The study sheets are turning into waste
And the board of death's been thoroughly erased
No one concentrates
They're gazing up as though heaven awaits

The clock is ticking slower now
Showing two, fifty and nine
The class fidgeting as one
Forming a mass that needs its bell rung

And I'm jittery as a flea, waiting for the doggy to evict me

Wishin' for a dog day afternoon
With no quizzes, rolls, or grammar
No stuck in my homeroom

Marcel Proust is Mother Goosed
And faces perma-ban
Medieval ruins, nothin' doin'
And even Kant is canned

"Silas Marner"--poof, he's fading
No more educating
Plato, platitudes abating
Mans the end of the lunch line, waiting

KFC or Chick Filet
And the band camp goes away
Speech teacher prays her tenure lives on
As the German teach falls in with bitter damen

Student prez vacates his chair
And ends the charade
He knows they'll recant
Any changes that he made

There's Coach Belew in new track shoes
Hanging up his paddle board
Going home to meet his lord

And as he suffers for his sins
The children scurry home
As summer, summer begins