As the room, starts, to fill, with the pitter, patter, of feet Gazing around, curious, looks, who will I, today, meet Eye to eye, contact, is exchanged, with silent looks Heavy, burden of knapsacks, and tons, of large books The silent, shuffle, of going to your, wooden, hard, seat The i phone, is spookily, silent, as the music, looses its beat Put all electronic, devices, up here in this wooden crate It’s time for class, now, we all don’t want ever, to be late Ok, teacher, you have our attention, up here and cool Please start teaching us, like you learned in school