Ring

I rested my eyes and I heard a bell ringing I wondered what this afternoon might be bringing I gathered my wits and peered out through the blind Frankly, intrigued to know what I might find There’s children stood there and they look so unruly I sense that they’ve all got it in for yours truly I think to myself with a shortage of mirth The lot of them should have been throttled at birth That bell is still ringing, it’s donging and dinging I’ve got a sore head and my eardrums are stinging And would you believe that those kids are now squealing You’re likely to find me soon… clung to the ceiling Will somebody please silence that flaming bell I so want a crossbow like William Tell I feel myself shaken and then shaken faster Then… “Lunch time is over; please wake up, Headmaster.”