| This is where I learned to read and write
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| And I learned how to share without a fight
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| I learned to do my work 'til it’s done
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| And I learned to be kind to everyone
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| Now it’s almost over
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| I can see the summer haze
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| But I won’t forget my kindergarten days
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| I learned to be a friend on this playground
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| And get back on my feet when I fall down
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| I learned to follow rules when there’s a game
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| And that we all are different, but mostly we’re the same
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| And I’ve grown much older
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| In, oh, so many ways
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| But I won’t forget my kindergarten days
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| I remember my first day
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| When I held my mama’s had
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| I was shy, and I felt like I might cry
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| But then I met my teachers
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| And all the brand new friends I’d come to know
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| And I said «Mama, you can go»
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| Seeing the big kids walking on the yard
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| I hear the work they do is kinda hard
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| I used to think, I never would know how
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| I wasn’t ready then, I’m ready now
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| With my friends beside me
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| We will set this world ablaze
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| And I won’t forget my kindergarten days
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| So I thank my teachers
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| And these parents, I amaze
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| And I won’t forget my kindergarten days
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| Oh, these days, kindergarten days |