Clapping Erasers
I thought it was punishment and a job so un-cool
To have to clean erasers in the back of the school
Until I found out that it was a job meant for two
And the other eraser clapper was gonna be you.
I watched you take an eraser in your left hand and your right
Then clap them together with all of your might
Through that cloud of chalk I saw you smiling so bright
And wanted to clean erasers for the rest of my life.
First we clapped by ourselves then we clapped with each other
Didn’t bother us that in a cloud of chalk we smothered
When the clapping was done and the erasers all clean
We stayed in the back of the school house and learned some other things.
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