I looked forward to my school dinner
While I was at school
The teachers made us stand in a line
You see that was the school rule.
As I took my dinner plate
And walked down the line
The sight of all the lovely food
I wished it was all mine.
There was steak pie and carrots
Mashed potatoes too
The dinner lady looked at me
And said this one is for you.
I walked back to the table
With a big grin on my face
I would eat every little bit
I didn't leave no waste.
Then there was puddings
wow, wasn't that a treat
There was spotted dick and treacle tart
As much as I could eat.
The meals were free we had at school
Because Mum and Dad was poor
And if we put our hands up
We could ask for more.
Yes, all those school dinners
I remember very well
Especially those gorgeous puddings
They made my belly swell.
O teachers pack up and go to bed
The brain is sizzled in their head
Reality disagrees with what is said
The living are not better than the dead
Do you still sing when you are paid
And skip in your works success
Can you convince them you are unafraid
For new fomenting wilderness?
How you furnish them for commerce and trade
And slot them as the market call
You traffic them money for their grade
And no blanket for their fall.
Things are not the same as yesterday
A wiser generation rise
They know the things we hide away
The fire brims their eyes.
O teachers let our children be children just
Once more, give them room to play
Unsaddle them from the hampers of trust
That upon their young lives weigh
The commercial concerns corners them so
Early, they have no lattitude to think
Liesure is room for a child to grow
The pressuring school made most shrink
O teachers school them beyond classrooms
Take to the mountains to explore
Challenge them to surive where icicles loom
Let them frolic on a sandy shore
And create temporal monuments of love
Here in nature is the school
That the best in the worst of us prove
Guide them with trust as a tool.
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