It wasn't so bad at all,
To run and suddenly fall.
It was an experience to receive a negative sign,
And to run fast across the line.
He ran fast as I was standing straight,
I was ready to hold it, not to forfeit.
He was getting closer to me,
My eyes were getting teary.
He passed the baton,
And I ran fast like the truck Megatron.
It was so slow because he was a truck.
Bumblebee's faster and everyone sucks.
I was holding the baton and thinking of the Transformers.
I was playing like I'm a daydreamer.
I held the baton tightly,
And everyone's stared at me weirdly.
My hands became slippery,
So the baton always fell and I kept holding it back and forth firmly.
I forgot that I was holding it in infront of my crotch.
So it felt like I was doing something and everyone's thinking that I like to scratch.
