Don’t make me laugh
It hurts after awhile
You will tip the raft
Go run a mile
You have to laugh to live
Go on and have a pickle
My joy I give
Will be sure to make you giggle
The dead silence hurts
When you have laughter in you
And you hope you won’t be the first
You wish that this silence will not continue
It is contagious you might have known before
It beings to grow in each person quickly
It grows louder more and more
Then it dies when the teacher comes in
And just roars.
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