uffff...exams' approaching

Exam tells, final bells

Ringing on our head

Fatty books, drowsy looks

Making us all dead

Mugging, gushing all around

Murmuring, muttering, the only sound

The friends, the phone, now no more

Don’t you sneak out, mom’s at door

Watching, spying you all day long

What’s the pun, “is that a song?”

Don’t play games or make a pout

Make sure you don’t have a doubt

Get full marks! – The words of ma’am

Mug it up, pass the exam

The result is your own destiny

You’ll get grounded or presents many

Remember, my fellow, don’t you cheat

Or the mission of your life will be incomplete
In the exams, don’t you peek

‘cause mom’s got lessons for you to teach