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!

NO BULLIES!

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!

NO BULLIES!

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!

NO BULLIES!

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.


NO BULLIES!

NO BULLIES!

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.


NO BULLIES!

NO BULLIES!

NO BULLIES!

THEY’RE MEAN.