A poem for my students

I know what it is to be young

by

Robert L. Fielding

I know what it is to be young.
For though you may not think so,
I was once as young as you.

I laughed at the teacher if he tripped up,
Or if his chair fell over, tipping him forward.
I knew how to keep him talking,
So that the end of the lesson came quickly.

I know what it is to be young,
To feel sleepy right until the bell.
And then run out happy the lesson is over.

I know what it is to be young,
Pulling faces behind the teacher’s back,
Not to be rude to him,
Just because he is old and we are not – yet!