The melody of birds up on the meadow,
The diming barks of puppies near the door;
The pupil's low high pitched-voice
And soothing tone of metallic bell
Narrated me the story of past;
Reminded me of adulthood
Filled the heart with greatest thrill.
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A tiny school with giant brains,
An innocent child with an innovative thought;
A foggy place with moderate humidity
Is how the school known to be the best.
Teachers teaching & learners learning,
Aimed to be the best is what we can be too.
The hope to withstand the worststory,
To tackle the toughs
And to handle the hurdles in life;
Is what we learn through thorough practice.
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