I sit here in my chair,
Wriggling like a worm,
I hope my teacher doesn’t see me,
Jiggle, wiggle, squirm.
I shift to the left,
I scoot to the right,
I cross my legs over,
And I squeeze them awfully tight.
Perhaps I should have gone,
To the bathroom when she said,
Oh, no I feel a tinkle,
Now my face is turning red!
