The clone class

Structured and disciplined

Simple rule of the class

I am your teacher

You are my student

I will tell you what you need to know

You show me that you know it

Birds live in a clone nest

Like the Raja’s bird

In a golden cage

Choked with facts

They can’t sing

They can’t breathe

They can’t fly

One day they become clones

All flourish

Except the poor birds