Miss Barker briskly handed out
The markers and some card.
“We’re going to make some signs about
The litter in the yard.”
The five year olds looked overawed,
At that great task ahead,
Though Robbie Keane looked tired and bored
And picked his nose instead.
The concentration was impassioned
As children started drawing,
And marvellous works of art were fashioned,
Though one child found it boring.
“Why aren’t you drawing, Robbie?” came
The shrill voice of Miss Barker.
“Please miss, I’m really not to blame –
I’ve gone and lost my marker.”
The markers and some card.
“We’re going to make some signs about
The litter in the yard.”
The five year olds looked overawed,
At that great task ahead,
Though Robbie Keane looked tired and bored
And picked his nose instead.
The concentration was impassioned
As children started drawing,
And marvellous works of art were fashioned,
Though one child found it boring.
“Why aren’t you drawing, Robbie?” came
The shrill voice of Miss Barker.
“Please miss, I’m really not to blame –
I’ve gone and lost my marker.”
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