Clapping Erasers

I thought it was punishment and a job so un-cool To have to clean erasers in the back of the school Until I found out that it was a job meant for two And the other eraser clapper was gonna be you. I watched you take an eraser in your left hand and your right Then clap them together with all of your might Through that cloud of chalk I saw you smiling so bright And wanted to clean erasers for the rest of my life. First we clapped by ourselves then we clapped with each other Didn’t bother us that in a cloud of chalk we smothered When the clapping was done and the erasers all clean We stayed in the back of the school house and learned some other things.