So You Want to Be ATeacher?

Dedicated to Brian Yearsley who was such an asset to our school, participating in so many of our activities!

I get up every morning, a little like the lark.

I have to turn the lights on, cos’ the school is in the dark.

I get a little lonely, till the first teachers arrive,

Each morning around seven, but I manage to survive.

I bring the post into the school, unlock the doors with keys.

I check the boilers see they’re on, so pupils do not freeze.

I mop and polish the school hall, the floors look quite pristine.

Say mornin’ to more teachers and ask them where they’ve been. 

When all the school is working, I know my union rules.

I head up to the golf club, to drive a few golf balls.

When I return to duty, a little after three,

I see the children leaving and going home for tea.

At five o’clock I’m still around, the teacher’s in my hair.

But can I get them to go home? I haven’t got a prayer.

At five to six I wander round, and every time I pass,

I give my keys a jangle at the teachers in the class.

Locking up! Locking up!

You hear my warning cry.

And as the teachers leave the school, I heave a great big sigh.

But they’ll be back tomorrow, you can bet your cotton socks,

Unless I lose my bunch of keys, or change the blooming locks.