Remember how it used to be in the third grade?
We used to laugh and play and cherish each day in the third grade
We learned wondrous things from a teacher so nice
Sat on marshmallow desks with teddy-bear smiles
The world seemed to all make sense
But that sense seems to slowly fade
After third grade

In third grade we used to write with crayons
We would make sparkly pictures with glitter and glue
We had warm cookies and hearts full of love
And there wasn't a care in the world for me or for you
There's not a thing in this life that I wouldn't trade just to go back for one minute
To third grade