At sweetie school I made a boob
Unlike the other rascals
So then I had to share a tube
With fourteen round fruit pastilles
I should have worked much harder see
Like scholars in the county
A lad I knew is twenty three
He now works as a bounty
But there are those who worked quite hard
And acted arty farty
One brilliant lad was quite a card
Yet ended up a Smartie
A lad lived near the wine gum jars
Eccentric as they make
The crumbliest of chocolate bars
He ended up a flake
Mum and Dad were really sweet
“Work hard and then one day
You’ll end up like the peanut treat
Who’s now the large milk tray”
So study well and take life’s knocks
Success can soon be thine
I’m now a full selection box
And only work part time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet line of work and good salary, and I hear that they're always raisinette! -chuck