Midnight In The Classroom
(author unknown) 
Children , have you ever wondered,
How your classroom looks at night,
When the world has fallen silent,
With the fading of the light?
 Mellow moonbeams, gently
slanting,
Paint the room in gold and grey,
Behind the desks the chairs awaken,
Move about and have their say.
Wasn't teacher cross this morning?
Laughs the blackboard to the rest
When she found that Hal had hidden,
His pet hamster down his vest.
On the floor a lovely pencil
grumbled to a chair,
Sonia saw me but walked past me
Just as if I wasn't there.
Desk lids creak and open softly,
Books step out as brave as day
Stroll around and chatter loudly,
Of the children in your class.
Stella Keating's always eating,
Harold Rice is scared of mice,
I don't fancy Dermot Clancy,
Susan Price is awful nice.
So through out the hours of moonlight
All the class things lightly talk
 Pens and crayons, shelves
and rulers,
Trundle wheels and bits of chalk.
When the sun peeps through the mountains
Chasing nights blackness away
Back they creep into their places
Ready for the next day.
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