'Twas the night before finals

And all through the county

Not a student was sleeping

Not evening a freshman

Desk lights are all on

With not a second to spare

In hopes that finals would soon be easy

Than what to my wondering eye should appear

A pencil ready to write

And a mind so clear

The task was set

So long and tiring

I knew in a moment it must be an A+ project

Those essays where spot on

Oh they came

As they shouted "Screw school"

And every curse word imaginable

And so out of the bus they go

The students came

With a bag of pencils

And some paper too

Down to the classroom they came

In slow motion with glares

They were dressed in pjs

With not a care in the world

They spoke not a word

But went right to work

Taking note of the time

And finishing their essays fantastically

And raising one finger

Behind their backs

And flashing a smile

Off to the bus they went

But we all heard them shout as they drove off into the distance

"God I hate school and finals"