Our teacher, Miss Clydsdale

Was kind and warm and sweet as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had a heart of gold, it’s true

Last week she took us to the zoo.

We followed her in single file

Beside the cage marked CROCODILE.

 

 

 

 

 

And though it made a fearful din

When little Toby toppled in

Our loving teacher said a prayer

And tenderly she left him there.

 

Then when we reached the lion pit

Said Miss Clydsdale, “Let’s sit

And eat our picnic lunches here

Be careful not to trip - oh dear!”

 

The giant lions chewed and chewed

And that’s how we lost Libby too.

“How sad!” said Clydsdale. “What a waste!

It’s put me off my salmon paste.”

 

A cage of vultures next she spied

“What pretty little birds!” she cried,

“You look as though you’ve starved for weeks!

Come Matthew, Jackson, pat their beaks!”

 

If Matthew hadn't panicked they

Would surely be alive today

But vultures can be nervous birds

“You live and learn!” were teacher’s words.

 

The next attractions on the bill

Were killer pythons from Brazil

“I’ll hold you up so you can see!”

Said Clydsdale, “Whoops! Goodness me!”

 

And little Gabby showed us all

How quickly killer pythons crawl

In only half an hour or so

They’d wrapped her up from head to toe.

 

It soon was very clear to me

Our group had dwindled down to three

Two kids (myself and brother Eath)

And Clydsdale, so kind and sweet.

 

“Oh look!” she cried. “Some deadly fishes!”

Frankly, we were both suspicious

When she told the pair of us

To fetch our swimmers from the bus.

 

So just to keep our teacher cool

We nudged her splash! into the pool.

And as she sunk, said Eath my brother

“One kind turn deserves another.”