Science blocks, filled with Bunsen burners,
Frogs dissected on small stone slabs,
While drama students play with lights
And dance on stages bathed in blue.
The English girls all stack up books
That hardly any kids will see,
Bored by words and pages that will fill
Their worlds, their minds
And colour what they do for life.
But next there’s gym where balls are kicked
And hockey sticks are swung with force.
The maths geeks pull you in with stats
And little puzzles get the brain cells
Fizzing with a painful glee.
Finally, they’re pushed out through
Humanities where maps are hung
And pictures of Franz Ferdinand.
The tour now over, families stumble
From the glowing automatic doors,
Heads all jumbled with the stuff they’ve learnt.
The teachers breathe a sigh of sweet release;
We hope those kids will make it back
As eager, happy, bright Year Sevens.
Either way we’re just real glad
That now we can sit down and eat!