June Holidays Poem

Its the end of school, hip hip hip hooray
Sounds of laugher fill the air, its all fun and play

The teacher gives us work to do, but no one cares
Not now, not today

But its the end of school, what can you expect
The mood of enjoyment is back

As the clock struck two, the gates open
Freedom rushing to meet us so sudden

Vanishing all the burden
This does not happen very often

Holiday season is here
No restrain,
For us to hold it dear

Boys whoop, girls giggle
As we packed out in a trickle

Its the end of school, hip hip hip hooray
And its definitely not hearsay