Please Mrs Butler,
This boy Derek Drew,
Keeps copying my work Miss
What shall I do?
Go and sit in the hall, dear,
Go and sit in the sink,
Take your books on the roof, my lamb,
Do whatever you think.
Please Mrs Butler,
This boy Derek Drew,
Keeps taking my rubber, Miss,
What shall I do?
Keep it in your hand, dear,
Hide it up your vest,
Swallow it if you like, love
Do what you think best.
Please Mrs Butler,
This boy Derek Drew,
Keeps calling me rude names, Miss,
What shall I do?
Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear,
Run away to sea,
Do whatever you like, my flower,
But don't ask me!
This is how I feel after 3 days teaching.
Can I tell you something, Mummy?
ReplyDeleteMy teacher [Mrs Heath]
Is looking rather frazzled
[She speaks through gritted teeth]
Be considerate, my daughter
She’s had a tiring week
She’s worked so hard to teach you all
So think before you speak
But listen to me, Mummy!
My teacher [Mrs Heath]
Has such a pile of work to mark
I’m afraid she’ll suffocate beneath
That’s usual, my daughter
That’s how teaching goes
Lesson plans and marking
[Darling, please don’t pick your nose!]
What if it is all too much for her
For my teacher [Mrs Heath]
What if she dies of exhaustion?
…then, my child, we’ll send a wreath!!