The Head crouched in his hideout
Beneath a dustbin lid.
‘I want to see,’ he muttered,
‘No teacher and no kid,
No parent, no inspector,
Never a district nurse,
And, please, not one school dinner:
The things are getting worse!’
All morning, as the phone rang,
He hid away. Instead:
‘The Head is in the dustbin,’
The secretary said.
‘The Head is in the dustbin?’
‘Yes, he’ll be there all day.
He likes sometimes to manage
A little getaway.
Last year he went to Holland.
Next year he’s off to France.
Today he’s in the dustbin.
You have to take your chance.’
The Head sprang from the garbage
As end-of-school came round.
He cried, ‘That’s quite the nastiest
Hideaway I’ve found!
I think I’ll stick to teachers
And kids and parents too.
It’s just sometimes I’ve had enough.’
Don’t blame him. Do you?
