School's out

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…