When the voices of children fill loud the canteen
And laughing is heard in Great Hall,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And I don't think of marking at all.
Come, take up your tray, and put it away
On the trolley that's nearest the door,
Then come to the classroom, and get out your books
Till it's time to go outside once more.
'No, no, let us eat, for the food is so sweet,
And the servers provide us with plenty,
Besides, we've got time, and it won't be a crime
To be five minutes late to G20.'
Well, well, stuff your belly with lots of green jelly
And then come along to the class,
Where we'll all read a poem about some nice lambs
That frolic and feed upon grass.
