Tension grows,
Reading starts,
Fun slows,
And all play departs.
Lining up at the door,
Stepping into the hall,
Wishing all on success and nothing more,
To be in the group of those standing tall
Results dished out on plates,
In the hearts of many fear is born,
But some bask in joy,
While others sulk and mourn.
Put on your sweater and embrace the weather.
