We are called rambunctious,
We are the jungle book, without mogoly,
We are the tiger,
But no one can stop us,
There is no fire.
We have the animals of the jungle wanting to skin us,
We have the teachers in the staff room wanting to kill us.
If the school where a jungle,
We would be monkeys,
Not caring what any one says, because we're no longer lucky.
Three subs in one day,
because one's not enough,
Making excuses when we know we mest up.
We are sheep's calling wolf,
When we ourselves are the wolves,
the tiger,
the bear,
the lion.
We are the feared,
the fearless,
But this is what happens when our heads get to big,
This is why,
We are called rambunctious.
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PoetryThis is a beginner selected group of words that I thought I try out. This is my first time writing on her so be gentle with the he comments. Please like if you do, follow if you want, and remember just BREATHE
