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Slowly but surely

In a class of thirty-one, Pupils learn and have fun, They read, write and count together, But they're all different from one another. One's so short, one's so tall, One's the fairest of them all, But there is one not like the rest, A boy who only stays in place. He sits in class, looking around, Not uttering words, not even a sound, I look at him from time to time, Wondering what's going on in his mind. I say it's nothing, just stick and stones, But now days passed, and it's breaking your bones, How to reach out to that boy, He's not a girl, but isn't he coy. I hatch a plan so desperately, I buy some things from Shopee, I notice the cartoon on his bag, So I thought of using it in a gag. I put the suit on, mask and boots too, I enter class, looking like Winnie the Pooh, I stroll around and guess what I see, The quiet boy's laughing, laughing at me. The boy starts talking, feeling all jolly, The others then follow, and soon it’s a party, Now I’m not sure if that's good or bad, But the boy is now talking, and for that I’m glad.