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Late again Blenkinsop?What's the excuse this time?Not my fault sir.Whose fault is it then?Grandma's sir.Grandma's. What did she do?
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
Who will bring me the hush of a feather?“I,” screeched the Barn Owl. “Whatever the weather.”
What do we do with a difference?Do we stand and discuss its oddityor do we ignore it?
Do we shut our eyes to itor poke it with a stick?Do we clobber it to death?
Why must we go to school, dad?Tell us, dear daddy, do.Give us your thoughts on this problem, please;No one knows better than you.