Away in a classroom, no time for a rest,
A teacher, so weary, still tried her hardest.
A teacher, so weary, still tried her hardest.
The head in her office looked down from her perch
to see her poor staff member left in the lurch.
The teacher is crying, the children run riot
but the head does not notice the distinct lack of quiet.
We love thee, dear headteacher, look down from above
and give us some respite for the sake of our love.
Be near us at breaktime and beg us to stay
working hard in the classroom until the end of the day.
Bless all the dear children in our tender care
by giving us a workload which all will deem fair.
Hark! the little angels sing
"Did we hear the break bell ring?
A piece of cake, and some crisps too
Will keep us going all day through."
Joyful, all you children, rise
Join the queue to eat mince pies;
With the teachers all proclaim:
"Break will never be the same."
Hark! the little angels sing
"We're sure we heard the break bell ring."
Our head, by all the school adored
In her lessons, never bored.
Late she comes, to teach us last:
the afternoon is almost past.
Dressed in her best, a sight to see
she lets us see she is Queen Bee.
Hark! the little angels sing
"We want to see her diamond ring."
Hail! Inspector Ofsted comes
to see if we can do our sums.Work and strife is all he brings
Flying on discouragement's wings.
Stern he lays his laptop by
Stern he frowns up at the sky
Stern he judges all our work:
"It's plain to see that all have shirked."
Hark! the little angels sing
"We're so glad that you're going."
