Four feet down fast asleep,
Put my Chemistry on my head,
Tell my teachers that I am dead;
Put my Biology book on my right hand,
Tell my teachers that I didn't understand,
Put my Physics book on my left hand,
It was like an ill-tuned band;
Tell my teachers not to cry,
For it were they who made me die.
She never likes to beat,
She loves pupils, who are neat,
She knows the tract to treat,
She asks kids not to cheat,
May she get the highest seat !
Come to me when I call you
Give me a kiss when i ask you
Mummy and Daddy I love you.
Better !
Best !
Let us never rest
Till our good is better
And our better is best.
Upon a little hill
And a garden fair to see;
I have a little window
With flowers on the sill
And it belongs all to me.
