This was a favourite of my Mums
I didn’t think her very wise
when I had to learn to memorise my timetables
and my spelling list of word I could
hardly get my tongue around
I’d rather run about and play
And learn in the morning dew
When walking to school with
the village kids we’d
chant the work we’d have to parrot
as we lined around the classroom walls
and sweated fear
waiting our turn all recall
of what we were to learn
wiped from our memory
by the swish of the teacher cane
as others failed
the closer and closer it came to my turn
I thought my mother very wise
A little learning would save me pain
But alas too late
I saw the wisdom in my mother’s words
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