GRADE ONE PRIMARY

I'm sitting up the tree today And I'm NOT getting down! I don't feel safe at school no more Just 'cos my skin is brown. If I sit here overnight Will I turn into a bird? So I can fly away from here And all the nasty words 'Cos it's no fun being different Where do I fit in? Some kids at school are nasty And their words have such a sting. You half caste dog, you coon, you boong, You stinking bloody abo, I don't know what these words mean - I know they hurt me like an arrow. I asked my teacher to explain And she just slapped me hard And then when it was lunchtime I was pushed over in the yard. So now I'm sitting up the tree I'll hide from everyone. I don't understand this place - I'm only in Grade One.