I’m not the one to blame.
I know it didn't look too good,
But it was just a game.
But, there it is; I’m guilty.
Red-handed, as they say.
Forevermore I’m branded
As the kid who went astray.
I should be straying home.
Boy, that clock is slow!
Its minute hand is broken
And the teacher doesn't know.
Now I’m going loopy.
I tell you this ain't right—
To keep a kid alone at school
So late into the night.
Ok, it isn't dark,
But I could use a snack.
And if I starve and die right here
I’m never coming back.
Then they’ll all be sorry.
Then they’ll all be sad:
Sorry that they killed the kid
Who wasn't really bad.
Then they’ll take my teacher
And lock him in a cell,
So he'll be in detention then,
And I'll raise holy hell!
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