Fighting writer's block--check the kitchen clock. Oh well, whatev.
Evie gonna be a 4th grade grad,
Me I'm a lunchbox-packing, lyrical dad.
So let it rock, Let it roll.
Let me go upstairs and tell you it's time for school.
Hold on to 4th grade as long as you can.
Changes come around real soon and we head off to camp.*
* This part appears in the middle of the song, so I did not follow the lyrics exactly. But I do so enjoy rhyming "roll" and "school" in my best rock star voice.
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