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Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
She didn’t call for me as she usually does.I shared my crisps with someone else.
I sat with someone else in assembly.She gave me a funny look coming out.
Well I shouldn’t’ve been playin’ really Only there to watch me brotherMy friend fancies his friend, y’know.Anyway they was a man short.
I’ve got the Teach-them-in-the-morning-Playground-duty-Teach-them-in-the-afternoon blues.My head’s like a drum;My feet, cold and sore.
We finished with a song on the football pitchSinging all along on the football pitch Had a little sing with a sing-song-singHad a little fling with a ding-dong-ding
The phone ringsBut never long enoughFor the Slow Man.
By the timeThe set’s switched onHis favourite programme’s over.
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.