Back To School

It ain' the ringing of the bell which calls me back to skule once more; it ain't that i must lurn to spell that makes my hart so orful soar: it ain't that fracktions i must lurn nor jografy that makes me blew, it 's just becoz today i yurn to do the things i didn't doo. ring out, wild bell! ime on mi way to skule again, and summer's done — it dussent seem more than a day since i began to have mi fun. i wouldn't mind this cuming back, it ain't the skule ime kicking on, it's just becoz i missed a stack of fun, and now the summer's gone. i planned to bild a coogie in our yard, where all the kids could meat; the roof was going to be of tin, and we 'd have carpet for our feet; and i was going to organize a brave and daring pirut crew and we 'd take rich men bi surprize — but gee! how fast the summer's flue. and that's the skule bell ringing now, vacashun's slipped away from me; what i acomplisshed anyhow is something more than i can see; i've had some fun, of course, but then, it really seams to beet the dutch how very little i did when i planned to do so very much. Ah, little boy, you do not know The lesson that you teach us all; You with unwilling feet now go To school at the approach of Fall. We grown-ups soon will hear a bell, Announcing that our course is run, Far more than death we fear to tell The good deeds that we might have done.