No Bullies

THERE IS A BOY IN MY SCHOOL YARD.

ALWAYS LOOKIN’ FOR WHAT I DID.

“HEY, LITTLE KID, HEY LITTLE KID,

HEY, LITTLE KID, HEY, LITTLE KID,” HE SAYS.

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.

THERE IS A GIRL IN MY HOME ROOM,

TELLING TALES ALL DAY LONG.

SHE DID THIS, SHE DID THAT.

SHE DID THIS, SHE DID THAT,” SHE SAYS.

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.

THERE IS A BOY WHO PLAYS BAD GAMES.

PINCHES, HITS AND RUNS AWAY.

YOU’RE A BRAT. YOU’RE A BRAT.

YOU’RE A BRAT. YOU’RE A BRAT,” HE SAYS.

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.