I’m finally at final day
And we can both be glad
Cause goodbye’s getting kind of old
That poetry is sad
The summer comes with chances to
Divest from drama and
See what about I can do when
I’m lounging on the sand
If all goes well, tomorrow I’ll
Have updates from the beach
Where there are lessons I can learn
And mentors who can teach
If all goes wrong then I don’t know
Just when you’ll hear from me
Perhaps a stray tornado will
To Oz deposit me