My teacher does a dreadful thing –
He confiscates our sweets.
He goes through every lunch box,
And removes our little treats.
He tells us that they’re bad for us
He says we should eat well –
He teaches us it’s best to wish
Our chocolates farewell.
Our fizzy drinks all disappear.
And also Mum’s nice cake.
His greedy eyes explore my box;
My crisps he also takes.
I looked in through the staffroom door.
And know what happens next.
It’s the teachers who stuff all our treats
At lunchtime down their necks.
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