The children who are sharp and smart, Say they are piece of cake. As easy as ABC, A tiny fish in the huge sea. A little girl's scream in the air, No shocks, no shivers and no fear. For the mischievous children such as us, They create disorder and the utmost fuss. By them we have goosebumps day and night, And makes us tremble from the terrible fright. Happiness and excitement, it overcomes, No doubt it makes you fresh and firm. Confusion persists: what are 'THEY'? They are the predators and we the prey. Hunting us everyday when they are near, On the edge they bring our hair. They are ghosts, give us cramps, Yes, the horrible, frightening 'exams'!