Did I tell you about the day the Head exploded?
He was up on the stage
In his usual way
Hands clasped together
About to say, Let us pray . . .
When all of a sudden
Don't know what was the matter
He went quite berserk
And grew fatter and fatter . . .
Everyone looked up, their attention rivited on the expanding figure in front of them.
He was in a state –
In a terrible tizz,
His eyes were rotating
And his tongue it went fizz,
His knees started knocking:
Made a terrible row
And then he blew up
With a furious Ka-POW!
Well, you can imagine the mess it made.
There were bits of his liver
In the rissoles that day
And we found both his knees
When we went out to play.
Sparrows flew off
With toes in their beaks
And bits I won't mention
Were collected for weeks.
The Deputy looked a bit taken aback by this unforseen alteration to the day's timetable . . .
She tried to think quickly
Of a suitable hymn
As she looked at the place
Where the Head had just been
'Now, school, we'll sing number
One hundred and seven:
For All of Thy Blessings
We Thank Thee, O Heaven'. |
