Twas the night before finals week, when all through the school
Not a soul wasn't studying; even those deemed "too cool"
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The textbooks were flung on the bed in dismay
In hopes that each final would be rewarded an A.
The students were huddled in the library all night
While they prayed to the Lord to hear their great plight.
With Spanish before me, and a paper to come
I had just settled in for a night that was still young.
When out on Bittner Beach their arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
To the window I flew, was this just a dream?
Alas it was not; twas the midnight scream.
The students all gathered and wailed of their woes
They wailed so loud it must've come from their toes.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
finals exams flying with the grades of my fears.
With an ice cold wind, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment for my GPA, this was it.
More rapid than eagles the grades swirled around
They whistled and whispered, and screamed out my name!
"Better Study!, now listen! You're bound just to fail!
To clown school you must go,
Rebekah you're done!
Now go to sleep! Go to sleep! Go to sleep all!"
I sprang out of bed, and let out a great sigh,
I made a mistake, and had closed my eyes.
Fallen asleep with my face in a book,
I turned on my lamp, and gave it another look.
