(Gene Crysler)
My little girl said mommy
The school room breaks my heart
Arithmetic reminds me that
You and dad's apart.
Subtraction starts me breaking up
'Cause him from us leaves too
And with our home devided
Now I cry a lot in school.
Don't make me go to school no more
And cry through every test
I'm so ashamed when children see
The teardrops on my desk.
Imagine how you feel to hear
Your child say this to you
Don't make me go to school no more
And make the fifth grade blue.
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It's hard to see my lessons
The blackboard's one big tear
And when I turn wet papers in
Niss Dickens only stares.
So please may I be absent mom
Like daddy is from home
I'd rather fail than face the class
They know my daddy's gone.
Don't make me go to school no more
And cry through every test
I'm so ashamed when children see
The teardrops on my desk.
Imagine how you feel to hear
Your child say this to you
Don't make me go to school no more
And make the fifth grade blue...