The morn is full of birdsong and fall is in the air
My hands are folded on my desk, I sit straight in my chair
Today is my first day of school, I am not a dunce
And I've got my box of crayons and a bag of lunch
"What did you learn in school today?" my mother said to me
I learned about the Indians and Johnny Appleseed
The father of our country and the farmer in the dell
And pledged allegiance to a flag and lined up at the bell
Then outside at recess, a fire truck went by
A second grader kissed a girl and learned to make her cry
When I fell off the jungle gym, I almost broke my crown
Ashes, ashes, ashes, we all fall down
I like my pretty teacher, and she is fond of me
When I am old enough, she'll call me to the spelling bee
Someday she will a**ign me a poem to recite
I'll marry her as soon as I can read and write