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Oh Mrs.Hunter, lady that I knew,

Everyone had hated her from ground up every single year,

Yard duty that made us suffer,

Oh Mrs.Hunter, lady that I knew,

In fifth grade she had wore this shawl, on her wrinkly head,

Old and grumpy she was to us,

Made us walk in circles instead of having recess,

Hated her our whole class,

Oh Mrs.Hunter, lady that I knew,

She made me stay at lunch and play her sad piano music,

She would listen with her heart and cry inside it,

I would sit there and with hate, not understand,

Oh Mrs.Hunter, lady that I knew,

One day she disappears said to be sick, 

We as children scream “WooHoo!” and enjoy our every recess,

Years have passed, not long ago, I found out where she had left, 

The shawl she wore, was sign for us,  no hair, and sadness,

Now I understood, she disciplined us, 

and every year she watched kids join this school, not knowing the day she herself would have to leave it,

Oh Mrs.Hunter, lady that I knew!

In memory of Mrs.Hunter!