In vibrant rooms of youthful dreams,
Children gather, eager to explore,
Where every question lights a beam,
And knowledge opens every door.

With crayons and charts, they paint the sky,
A world of wonders in their sight,
Guided by the teacher’s gentle sigh,
They learn to turn the wrong to right.

Through stories told and songs they sing,
Imagination takes its flight,
In every lesson, joy does spring,
As they embrace the morning light.

The seeds of wisdom gently sown,
In curious minds that seek to grow,
In primary schools, futures are grown,
Where endless possibilities flow.