The sudden sound of the storm,
My class stood up in a scared form,
Children ran as fast as Cheetahs,
The storm sounded like a shaking Fanta!

The corridor was full,
Kids were like restless bulls,
At the ding of the bell,
the Principle jumped in fear then fell,
Pupils screamed,”We can’t die here!”

More and more kids came,
Some thought this was lame,
The voices of small cries,
Teachers shushing sounded like funny flies