hit the ground, hit the ground.
Kids go splat as they hit the ground,
my fair lady.”
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D.J. was walking across the playground with his head down.
“Hi, Dr. Jolly,” said Louis. Louis called D.J. “Doctor Jolly” because he was always smiling.
But now D.J.’s smile was upside down. He looked up at Louis.
Louis had never seen such a sad face. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
D.J. just shook his head, then looked back down at the ground and sadly walked away.
Louis felt like crying.
“Hey, Louis, what’s wrong with D.J.?” asked Ron.
“He’s so sad!” said Deedee.
“I don’t know,” said Louis, shaking his head. “Hey, you guys want to play kickball?”
“No thanks,” said Deedee. “I can’t have fun when D.J. is unhappy.”
“Me neither,” said Ron.
Across the playground, all the children quit their games when they saw D.J. Nobody could have fun when D.J. looked so sad.
Except Kathy! She sang:
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“Broken bones and blood and gore,
blood and gore, blood and gore.
Broken bones and blood and gore,
my fair lady.
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“We don’t have no school no more,
school no more, school no more.
We don’t have no school no more,
my fair lady.”
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The bell rang. D.J. sadly looked up at the school and sighed.
“Hey, Deej, snap out of it,” said Myron. D.J. stared through his friend.