The New School
At the new school
two boys sat in front of me
and one said to his friend
(while he pointed aat me):
"Don't drop any money on the floor,
he'll only pick it up and keep it."
They both laughed.
I thought, why's that funny?
I thought, if one of them dropped some money
I would say, "Hey you dropped some money."
One of them was a very happy boy,
with a bright, round face.
The other one was really clever.
Everyone said he was brilliant at History.
© Michael Rosen, from On the Move: Poems About Migration, Walker, 2020