Our thoughts and ideas
Are never our own
Deep within ourselves
A dreamer makes his home
He is of peculiar nature
Always busy and quick to ignore
The piled amounts of information
We feel important to store
Always writing out our daily plans
Things to do, appointments, and chores
Constantly slipping and spilling
Our filed papers all over the floor
He tediously writes "Excuses"
For those he "accidentally" loses
Filing them under all folders
So they may be stocked for all uses
So Teacher, I tell you
It was not I who lost your assignment
The Little Dreamer is the one to blame
Who also is in the process of reassignment