The+Beads+of+Life

Rest time has begun, You'd think it would be grand, If you have never stepped foot here, You wouldn't understand. Fifteen minutes of quiet, The lights are turned down, The symphony plays, Six year olds scatter the ground. You hustle to get through Some mess from the day, Exhausted it is almost over No tragedies you pray. Then suddenly the sound Of tiny feet pitter patter, You turn around swiftly To see what's the matter. "Mrs. Carey" the trembling voice says, "Something is stuck in my nose." AhhHMPH! What could this be? As a bead ricochet's at my toes! Yes my dear friends, This happens quite often, The nose picking, pants wetting, And don't forget the coughin'! So this is my inspiration Everynight I go to bed, To become an English teacher, For big kids instead!
 * The Beads in Life** **by Shannon Carey**