The bell chimes its own tune
The other stand and rush out
Without even greeting the teacher
Or some, greet halfway and go
A beeline for the Japanese stall
Pushing, shoving, cutting queue
Even longer for the drinks
What odds could there be
Most of them sit together
Joking, talking about life
Or some sit at the other side of the canteen
Far, far way, lonely
But some eat in class
Crumbs on the floor
But they pretend they don't know
Then, it rang
