By Catherine Zhou, Grade 5

The Truth

by Anonymous

I come from a place with hills and stars
I come from a place with hills and stars
This place is far and many people play the guitar

Los Angeles’s finest never rest and they do lots of press
Los Angeles’s finest never rest and they do lots of press
All these people must feel blessed

Population the size of a state
Population the size of a state
Who would not want to create

City of stars with lots of cars
City of stars with lots of cars
The people here love to write memoirs

Mom and dad tell us we’ll go far
Mom and dad tell us we’ll go far
The farthest I’ve been is that store featuredĀ in Harper’s Bazaar