Teachers frowned but we knew it was good
(Bound to create!)
With just our hopes and playful plans, we would
Mold dreams from dirt into heroic stance
With hands so steady in a strange, wild dance
Why, why, why on that day so dry?
Oh, in class with hands in clay (dirty hands), we began
Our task was wild, absurd, a jest, oh man
(An artful challenge!)
From mere refuse to sculpt a steed, so grand
We shaped and laughed, quite the crafty band
Why, why, why did we laugh so high?
With every twist and little swipe, we knew
(Crafty minds!)
Our teacher scolded, yet our joy just grew
We shaped with wonder, through the clock's sweet chime
Pure children's magic, frozen now in time
Why, why, why, did our dreams defy?
With whispers hushed, under teacher's gaze
(Youthful craft!)
Spinning tales with sticks and clay
Together, we dared to dream
Now those memories, sweet they seem
Why, why, why did we reach so high?
In those old school days, laughter played (youthful cheer)
Crafting ponies out of simple clay
Oh, the joy from sticks and mud
Together in that goofy, glorious flood
Why, why, why did we reach for the sky?
[Chorus]
Our hearts were free, no dream too small