The Slow Readers Club - Problem Child

How she cried, how she begged,
as a crowd looked on in disbelief.
Stand in line, take the test,
as her father smiled through gritted teeth.

Raise the alarm, go ring the bell,
oh how the cattle are lowing.
The great divide, a tale to tell,
just tell me how long how long.

Arrows flying, kids have no respect,
chaos reigning, loved by no one.

Now the lines on her face mark a tragic
painful odyssey. Even I must confess she
has tales to make a grown man weep.

Raise the alarm go ring the bell,
oh how the cattle are lowing.
The great divide a tale to tell,
just tell me how long how long.

Arrows flying, kids have no respect,
chaos reigning, loved by no one.

And all that came to pass was written long ago,
for you the odds were stacked, the pain of life did overflow.
And all that came to pass was written long ago,
for you the odds were stacked, the pain of life did overflow.

Arrows flying, loved by no one,
chaos reigning. Arrows flying,
loved by no one, chaos reigning.