This morning we’re having a spell-a-thon test,
I’m hopping I’ll do it quite well,
Because righting’s the thing that I like doing best,
Their aren't many words I can’t spel.
But sumtimes the teecher gets me all confuzed
Wen she says that my leters are rong.
I can sea that she dosn’t feel very umuzed
And I feal like I just doant be long,
Coz she maiks me sit rite at the bak of the clas,
With the wons who no nuttin a tall.
So maybee this moning il leve my bus pas
On the taibl owt in the frunt holl.
Then ile have to wark theyre in this swellterring son
And ile get their two lait for the test.
Just in time for P.E. - and a cross country run.
…. So I’d best lose my shorts, and my vest!
