Poems (Grossman)/Vacation

by Ethel B. Grossman

VACATION

Vacation is coming.
 Why should we stay
In musty, old schoolrooms
 On such a day?

The birds chirp and twitter,
 Flowers nod their heads,
While we're in the schoolrooms
 Chewing our "leads."

Everything seems to be calling,
 Calling us out to play;
Why must we stay in the schoolroom
 On such a glorious day?

Dear little birds and bright flowers,
 How we all wish we were you,
Spending the gay summer hours
 Bathed by the rain and the dew.

But, never mind, little darlings,
 We're coming out to you soon;
'Cause our vacation is coming
 And we'll play morn, night and noon.
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Oh, I'm so glad it is over,
 Vacation's a lazy, old thing!
O, for the noise of the school-bell,—
 Like music, the sound of its ring.

Oh, I'm so glad it is over,
 For, after all, school is best,
I'm sure it's much nicer to study
 Than constantly play and to rest.

We're all so glad it's all over,
 Vacation's a nasty, old pest,
And now that school term is beginning
 We're each trying hard for our best.

May, 1914.