I am singing with the Glee Club. Only we aren't in the rehearsal room, we aren't even in the school. I think we are on a boat in the middle of the sea. And we are not singing the alma mater, we are singing the words of a poem from the book Ms. Jevers lent me by the poet with no capital letters in his name, we sing and sing, only it's not the glee club, I am with a lot of cows that know English, and we aren't singing, but there is someone who is, we can hear the words.