Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
When Teachers Fold Their Leathery Wings and Sleep
“This is the day the Lord hath made…”
When teachers fold their
leathery wings and sleep
Hidden away in their bat-cave
deep
In the darkness where foul
things lurk and creep -
Only then may children freely
laugh and leap
No more tiresome lessons
about “lie” and “lay’
A child may lie in the glass
or lay in the hay
Run out to the lawns and
fields to play
And joy in the freedom of
each summer day
The 20th of June?
A fallacious rule -
Summer begins on the last day
of school!
