Math is like a moth
And they mix it in my broth
Science is very funny
Like a chocolate made of bunny.
Social studies, it makes me very social
But when my mom is social
She goes for spa and facials
English is like chinglish
It’s very very ticklish
History big mystery
Is not as good as pastry.
So I’d rather eat my pastry
And wrap myself in tapestry
And go to hotel glacial
And take a big facial
And my broth?
There’s no place for a moth.
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