Little Mr Cool

When I was six,

I loved my Miss,

She was our school teacher, 

And I was a miserable creature... 

Her beauty was a mystery, 

Like an angel from history,

But I was a little cool guy, 

In half pant on my thighs... 

Once in our english class, 

Like an wandering outcast, 

I was day dreaming, 

So she was screaming... 

She came more near, 

To pull my little ears, 

I looked in her eyes, 

And gave a lovely smile... 

On her little kitty, 

She felt too pity, 

She kissed my cheek, 

I didn't slept for weeks... 

That love is still mystery, 

Ever thing rest is history,

But I stand here really cool, 

Rest of students were fools.