(Another) School Daze

I didn’t do real well in school

I must have been some kind of fool

I made it through my just a crack

Went in the front door and out the back

In Math they asked “What’s X times Y?”

I didn’t know and wondered why

They’d ask a think like that of me

I even flunked what’s two times three

The Latin teacher said, “D.B.

Can you translate ‘puer’ for me?”

I said, “I think that must mean ‘glass’”

That sent me to the foot of the class

In History I didn’t do real good

The teacher said, “D.B., you should

Describe Columbus, if you can”

I didn’t even know the man

So here I am, still wondering why

They wanted to know “What’s X times Y?”

D.B.C.

School Daze

SCHOOL DAZE

It’s time for school to start again

In Nineteen Hundred Eighty-Nine

The kids have had a short vacation

In this good old summer time

There’s lots of things for them to learn

If they try hard to do it

These are the best years of their lives

If they only knew it

We wish them all a lot of luck

How they’ll turn out we can only guess

When they grow up and take control

They’re going to inherit quite a mess

We Senior Citizens used to go to school

A long, long time ago

We really should go back again

We’d learn some things that we don’t know

D.B.C.