The exams were on top of the head
I seemed to have deserted my bed.

The boy who was always fast asleep
Did not dare to think of sleep
Since I had things to study in deep.

I was never a very good student
Only I need to be more prudent.

One and all of my friends
Had left our same old trends
Of playing and fooling around
Since only one thought went round and round.
Exam fever as we all call it;
Even doctors cannot help it.

And again exams are on top of the head
And on the result day we are dead.