By Anonymous

whenever the lunch bell rings,

whenever the principal sings,

you’re always there with your cleaning things,

like the faithful stars in the sky that often miss appreciation,

like the ever-present moon deserving more than a vacation,

you’re always ther like the god of sanitation,

old kids may tease,

and new ones may annoy like fleas,

but still you’re always there trying to please,

from the messy lunch tables

to graffiti filled hallway walls,

i’m trying to show that i’m greatfull

and say thank you for answering all my calls.

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