Tim's 8th Grade Graduation

Tim's 8th Grade Graduation

As number six among the clan
For me home school was in the plan.

I didn't know back at the start
The varied ways to make me smart.

That into school my mom would bring
A morsel taught from everything.

If on a rope or in a cave
Or riding on an ocean wave.
 

The classroom took its many shapes
Building bridges, making crepes.

Each day a new adventure bound
And somehow education found.
 

Now folks may say, "That ain't no school!"
"You're right", I say, "I ain't no fool!"

What kid in his right mind would choose 

Instead of fun the classroom blues?