A helping hand
My classmates, my classmates
They’re never late
They are always there
With plenty of care.
Guiding me, helping me
Without a moan
Always a sweet sound
To their tone.
One day I will go and help them
But coming on secondary school
I mightn’t see them again.
By Hayley
My classmates, my classmates
They’re never late
They are always there
With plenty of care.
Guiding me, helping me
Without a moan
Always a sweet sound
To their tone.
One day I will go and help them
But coming on secondary school
I mightn’t see them again.
By Hayley