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