I'm not yet three
But my life is tough - as tough as can be!
I can't do what I want
Always moving on others commands

I hate getting up early morn
Is it wrong if I want to cuddle and sleep some more?
But I can't afford to stay in bed till late
I have to get dressed, drink my milk, and all before eight.

My van arrives so early in the day
And takes me to school ten miles away.
Papa says this is the best play school
But the games they play I don't want to!

'Mission Admission' is the name of the game
So its mock interviews all day!
There's so much to learn, so much to do...
All the colours from beige to amber, all the animals found in the zoo!
 

They don't let me play with dolls
It's more important to learn shapes all!
From circles and triangles to pentagon and hexagon
My head starts spinning with so much information.

They say in fifteen minutes I must finish my tiffin
But I can't - so half of it remains uneaten!
While returning I fall asleep in the bus
I feel so tired, I just can't help!!

In the evening I can't play with my cousins
Because I have to go for my tuitions
Mummy says I must learn to give interviews
Or I'll be rejected by all the good schools!

I'm scared... but no one understands that
I'm supposed to be confident and answer all that is asked!
They want me to remember who is a baby kangaroo!!
While they've forgotten I'm only plus two!!!

Why can't they just let me be?
Is there no one out there who loves me???

~Granny 'O'~

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