Poems (Grossman)/Vacation
VACATION
Vacation is coming. Why should we stayIn 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.***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.