In the dawn of youthful days,
Where minds are fresh and eager,
Seeds of wisdom begin to sprout,
In classrooms filled with wonder.

Through stories, songs, and numbers,
A world unknown unfolds,
Each lesson, a gentle whisper,
Of dreams yet to be told.

With crayons and with laughter,
They sketch their paths ahead,
Guided by the hands that teach,
And hearts that gently lead.

In primary halls, they flourish,
Their spirits bright and free,
The foundation laid for futures,
Built on curiosity.