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Boys In School
BOYS IN SCHOOL
Boys in school - I sympathise with them
They must reorganize their brain stem
They are made to sit in rows
And try to see what each one knows
We must try to work quietly
Behave always with propriety
No chasing after our neighbour
Or throwing small objects at the door
Like erasers, ( ideal for throwing)
We must keep our minds a-growing
No shouting or indeed talking loudly
Write neatly, do all our work proudly.
Do exactly what teacher tells you
And be ashamed of that eraser you threw
Let’s understand their predicament.
This is a girls’ environment
Obviously girls love it because as a rule
Even in free time they like to play “school”
Ever seen a boy play “school”? No.
Far from the building’s where he wants to go
There are boy wild seeds to be sown.
Where is the training for him to “stand alone”?
And “do it his way” like Sinatra?
He’d be better off in a place like Sumatra,
Where the rubber grows for erasers
And the world is full of pursued and chasers.
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Sidney Beck
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