Hazing Rituals Poem by Tony Adah

Today my penultimate child
Went to school the first day,
He's back with a basket of tales
Those bizarre hazing Rituals
Of a fresher.
He was made a frog
He did a frog jump,
He was made a waterboy
He filled a bucket with spoonfuls
Of water.
He was made silly with questions -
If five birds perched on a bough
And a bird hunter aimed and killed
One, how many will remain on
The bough?
He giggled and was cautioned
It was raining
But they ask him to water a lawn
There's nothing you won't see
Being day in school.