This time tomorrow, where shall I be?
Not at this academy!
No more Latin, no more French,
No more sitting on a hard school bench.
No more dirty bread and butter,
No more water from the gutter.
No more maggots on the ham,
No more yukky bread and jam.
No more milk in dirty old jugs,
No more cabbage boiled with slugs.
No more spiders in my bath,
Trying hard to make me laugh.
No more beetles in my tea,
Making googly eyes at me.
No more things to bring us sorrow -
'cos we won't be here tomorrow!