My mind's been wandering out on a quest,
my wayward thoughts have so digressed.
Springing upon my mind many a fanciful thought
of pirates, treasures and battles to be fought.
Alas! My foul teacher is not quite impressed.
With a huff and a howl she storms over to me
"Well, young man, what have we been reading on page three?"
Darting back into action my thoughts come abounding,
but none to do with Washington's founding.
There's only one choice and that is to flee!
With a dash and a dive, I'm up and away,
to a place where thoughts are free to play.
Ripping out the door into the hall,
straight smack into my principal, Mr Small!
I am a captive, but my thoughts shall be free this day
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