As Ek 'n Tweede kaans kon kry*
I would do things different that day.

I would know what to, and what not to say.
Cuz if I had a choice the teacher would not have heard my voice.

And what I already said
But now it's as if to her that I'm only dead.
And now it's time for the proper sorry.
The voice in my head is starting to worry.

Miss, please don't think I mean it.
Had a mess but already cleaned it.

I'm just here to say how sorry I am.
Please with all your heart forgive me, so I can respect and call you ma'am.

This is what I've owed to you,
And I hope it's stopped your heart from feeling blue.

*Afrikaans for if I could get a second chance.

Written and read in front of the whole school for my deputy principal at primary school. T'was was a stupid mistake to call her boring.