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You are given a short poem which is written by a kid. Your task is to predict if the kid is in elementary school or high school. Anyone who is from grade 1st to 6th-grade will be considered as in elementary school, and 7th to 12th-grade kids will be considered as in high school. There are only two possible outputs, i.e., elementary and high. All inputs have at least one output and it cannot have both categories at a time.

you meet mummy in a club one very late night mummy know it straight away she have meet mister right a time pass you be the best of friend you make each other smile but then mummy take off and move to brighton for a little while mummy say you go to see her every weekend she make out that she could live without you but that be just pretend she say you treat her like a princess you make her dreams come true you make my mummy very happy so she decide to live with you you put her in your little red car and you make her come back home and you both move in with nanny no more you be alone meanwhile up in the heaven when all this be go on god tell me a ita 's time to go to earth where you belonga he say a abbie your mummy and daddy be ready for you now there wait to take care of you so pack your stuff and go on downa not long after mummy find out she be with child you be so happy and excite the family go wild i couldna't wait to come to earth although i love it in mummya 's tummy id hear a little rumour that chocolate be quite yummy finally i be ready to come out but i only weigh 7 12 there be no need for mummy to shout after 32hours i finally arrive and gaze back down on me i saw your big proud eye ia 'm almost one and a half now and ia 'm grow big each day ia 'm eat more and pooping more and ia 've get much more to say sometimes i be a pain i make a lot of noise i throw my food all over the place and i never tidy away my toy sometimes i spit out my porridge and it make you very grumpy but to be honest daddy sometimes you make it far too lumpy i like to slam the cupboard door and i like to make a mess but best of all i like to pull the hair right off your chest ia 'm just let you know that you make me very glad to know that you be there for me my very special dad you make very happy you pick me up when i fall you kiss away my tear you take me with you to football you make a difference to my life you clean my horrid bum but most of all you keep u safe love from abbie and her mum
Output:
elementary