There was an old teacher
Who lived in a school,
Slept in the stock-cupboard as a rule,
With sheets of paper to make her bed
And a pillow of hymn-books
Under her head.
There was an old teacher
Who lived for years
In a Wendy house, or so it appears,
Eating the apples the children brought her,
And washing her face
In the goldfish water.
There was an old teacher
Who ended her days
Watching schools’ TV and children’s plays;
Saving the strength she could just about muster,
To powder her nose
With the blackboard duster.
There was an old teacher
Who finally died
Reading Ginn (Level One), which she couldn’t abide.
The words on her tombstone said: TEN OUT OF TEN,
And her grave was the sandpit.
That’s all now. Amen.