The Boyz

“Yes yeah nice yeah nice yes.”
Are the cheers I hear?
The joy in the air runs free,
And it’s very clear.

The red, white, and pink colors the area,
The white and grey uniforms stand a row.
The boy in the middle is being lifted like a cheerleader,
Then suddenly the bell rings and I think it’s time to go.

I come to school the next day,
The environment is so happy it’s hard to believe.
Sitting at my table,
And guess what I receive?

A person walks over,
And I get lots of joys.
A photo in my hand,
Guess what? It’s of the boyz.