Modern School Children Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

We are the naughty brain
we are today's school children
school is our leisure home
who cares if we study no more?

We attend the hotel daily
And at lunch make a fat belly
we grow in body, lag in study
All lessons are but a parody

Teachers labour to teach hard
we ensure their efforts go mud
Spare the rod and spoil the child
A parent roars, are you bloody blind?

We are happy, we are free
The school is a big tree
Doing anythìng silly, we are game
we are naughty school children.