Boarding School

When I recall the good old days at school, I marvel our mood at the times we stood, Sometimes at noon, in line or loop, Or simply too, be part of the brood Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood, Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon. Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom, To clean the rooms or do a scoop. Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop, And as a boost we'd get the soup. In time of book we'd find the moot, Many times too we'd just keep our cool. As I recall the good days at school, Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop, Once more but soon, yes very soon Those olden days of splendid boyhood