Breathe and think
Don’t mind the clock’s tick
Think of picking up tick by tick
Never do look at Dick
Fumbling-chewing away his pencils stick
Composure is the tick
To grab, in an exam, at each tick.
Say your short prayer
Not loud, not silent, but fair
Then take your pen and prepare
Jotting all you have with care
Not to doodle doodle away the day.
With the first hours chime
Panic not, cheat not, its a crime
Stare at the time
And with each second write in rhyme
After all is done
Breathe and think
That all you have won.
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