Bliss never lies in happiness,
Hardwork grants no happiness,
Bliss exists in paper balls,
That hit a head as you throw it
When you giggle aloud, and you try to hide,
From teacher’s eyes mid class.
What do you Know of glee?
You, who sits up a boring desk.
You, who buttercups, the teacher but
You, who lose these worthy hours.
What good are you, a crooked lot,
That scores but never laughs.