T'was the night before school
starts and all through the town,
The teachers were working, not
playing around.
The bulletin boards were all
designed and completed,
The parents were cheering,
summer finally depleted.
By eight the kids are washed
and tucked into bed,
where memories of homework
fill them with dread.
New pencils, new folders, new
notebooks too,
new teachers, new friends, the
anxiety grew.
The parents just giggled when they
heard of this fright
and shouted upstairs-GO TO BED-IT'S
A SCHOOL NIGHT!
All that needed to happen was one
little thing —
The children should come,
and those bells, they should ring.
Unsure smiles were seen
as they ran through the door.
Ready to learn this year, so much more!
Their bags were all stuffed
with school supplies anew.
And rules and pencils,
with erasers to chew.
The teachers, they celebrate with
cheer in their eyes.
How we welcome that first day, our
students a surprise.
No more time to prepare, no more
time to consider,
Had we done enough, or would their enthusiasm
pitter?
That if only we had another week to
prepare,
such lessons we'd have, oh how the
parents would stare!
But their eyes how they twinkle, their smiles so
merry.
Their little cheeks became rosy like a cherry.
Into the room they rush, to their seats they
bound,
I had better find a way to compose myself
somehow.
When all of a sudden I hear,
A child in the back with an excited smile and
voice so clear
"Teacher,
what are we going to learn this year?"