In a school not far, where the young ones grow,
Was a boy named Sebastian, though most didn't know.
For “Sea Bass” they’d call, as he passed through the hall,
With a bounce in his step, not a worry at all.
Though merely a sixth grader, bright as the day,
Sea Bass sat in seventh grade, leading the way.
His mind always turning, like gears finely tuned,
For math was his passion, in it he was mooned.
The seventh graders would smirk and they’d jest,
“How’s the little guppy among all the best?”
But Sea Bass would smile, with a gleam in his eyes,
For he knew the truth, 'neath the young sunlit skies.
One day came a challenge, a contest of minds,
The toughest of problems, the hardest to find.
The seventh graders were anxious, their faces turned pale,
But Sea Bass was ready, he wouldn't easily fail.
With pencil in hand, he tackled each sum,
Numbers and figures, his fingers would drum.
The clock it ticked on, pressure mounted so high,
Yet Sea Bass was calm, beneath the blue sky.
The final bell rang, papers were passed,
Whispers and looks, who’d come in the last?
But when the results were finally shown,
It was Sea Bass’s name at the top, all alone.
The seventh graders, their mouths open wide,
For the sixth grader had taken them on quite the ride.
From that day forth, respect he did earn,
For the lessons they learned, and the tables did turn.
Now, Sea Bass, the sixth grader, was hailed high and tall,
For in the realm of numbers, he was king of them all.
And a lesson was learned by all on that day,
That age is just number; it’s the heart that leads the way.
