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Information’s like a living stream

    That quickly ebbs and flows.

It leaves my teacher’s lips and then

    Into my ears it goes.

 

It circulates through lots of tubes

    Within this head of mine

And, finding that I have a brain,

     It starts to intertwine.

 

It looks to find a dwelling place –

    Somewhere to make a home.

It hopes that it can settle down

    With no more need to roam.

 

But sleep?  Oh no!  Oh no no no!

     It’s not the time to rest.

Our teacher calls it back again –

      We’ve got a bloomin’ test!    

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