Oh dear teacher,

You are not a preacher,

Stop lecturing your class,

Its not making time go past. 

We fall asleep to your voice,

And I know it's not our choice, 

But we should not have to be here,

For we have been here all year. 

Now let us out, 

It's our time to shout,

Summer has now arrived,

And we are deprived,

Of the beach and fun,

Now we will enjoy the rays of the sun.