From winter’s grasp the children came, with booksacks cast asunder,
Taken from their newest game by reality’s harsh thunder.
An awkward age, all would admit, but now begins the growing
Into adulthood and none too soon — there’s much they should be knowing.
These are the leaders of the coming day, a prospect rather leery;
To be ruled by those who refuse to think would be a future dreary.
And so we strive to direct and shape young minds throughout the day
To give them each what they deserve — they can’t all get an ‘A’!
And so, it seems, we begin again. We re-learn how to learn,
And hope to make the most of each day. We have none left to burn.