Labour Day


LABOUR DAY

They work the whole day
Let's give a test,
Let's give them some rest.
They clean the class,
and clean the glass.
They drive the buss,
without any fuss.
We spread the glitter,
they clean the litter.
They may look happy or lean,
But their grass is not always green.
Let's give a test,
It's time we give them some rest
Location: New Delhi, Delhi, India

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