Upbeat, comedic, warm — in a storyteller's voice, third-person POV.
Verse 1 – Light and Playful
At a school by the hills where the breeze runs free,
Lived a creature of legend, furred mystery.
No collar, no leash, no name on display—
But every student knew who ruled the day.
With paws that patrolled the hallways bold,
And naps that defied the principal's scold,
This soft-footed watcher knew every tale,
From the stolen test sheets to the love notes that failed.
Chorus – Joyful and Chaotic
The one on the bench by the old gym wall,
Who napped through classes and missed roll call.
Witness to heartbreaks, crushes, and snacks,
And once even stole the PE coach's slacks.
Verse 2 – Comedic and Observant
It sat on the roof during fire drills,
Knocked down medals chasing quills.
Sat on the mayor's car without care,
Then meowed at the sky like it owned the air.
Tennis balls, volleyballs—none were safe,
It pounced with a grin, like a campus waif.
But when the storms came and hearts felt sore,
That creature curled near the library door.
Bridge – Thoughtful and Warm
No ID, no class, no single room,
Yet it brightened days that felt like gloom.
It knew when to stay, when to leap,
And how to comfort those who couldn't sleep.
A philosopher cloaked in tufts of fur,
Who asked for nothing, just a quiet purr.
Perhaps that's what we humans missed:
To live with paws, not clench a fist.
Final Chorus – Uplifting and Tender
The one on the bench, still sitting there,
Through changing seasons, dusty air.
Friend to the shy, the loud, the lost,
A soul ungraded, yet worth the cost.
When uniforms fade and diplomas shine,
That presence stays, tail swaying with time.
No need for names, no need for fame—
Just soft little steps in the school's great game.