Sometimes I miss that uniform
How along with other hundreds of students
We wore the same dress pant
Day after day year after year

I miss that uniform
And those braided hair
That I hated back then
Those white socks
And the grey red stripped tie

I miss the uniform
And how most if not everyone
Looked funny in it
With the oversized dress and pant
The thought that we could become
Pretty swans once we got rid of it