The vociferous shouts are but clarions of the end of the day’s study
Girls and boys walk home arm in arm with a buddy
The street is alive with laughter vivacious and gay
As parents and elders, for some peace and quiet, pray.
Their serene and serious counterparts move swiftly along
Heedless of the shouts, or of the tuneless song
They are seniors who are filled with serious thoughts
Whilst the youngsters play games of dashes and of dots…
The old men in the street try to hurry along
They cannot bear the endless chatter and the throng
Which unless their summing up is wrong
Starts as soon as the leader rings the school gong..
Then having had their fill in the tuck stall
And tiring themselves by skipping or playing with a ball
The youngsters finally run to their homes
But beware! Their pockets are full of insects and of worms…