T'was the week before finals and all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse;
The sneakers were lain by the doormat with care.
In hopes that the last final soon would be there;
For three hours the students are snuggled in bed,
While visions of textbooks danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and SFL in his cap,
Had just settled down to pray through my tests;
When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the peephole I flew like a flash,
(Stay tuned for the next episode of The Week Before Finals)
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