We’re just misunderstood We spend our lives in corridors Mischief’s what we make But it wasn’t us, it never is Just one bad big mistake.

We do arrive at lessons But never get there first We need to fill our water bottles We need to quench our thirst.

They say we don’t dress smartly Well frankly, that’s a lie My trainers are from JJB And yes, I’ve lost my tie.

My ear-rings cannot be removed I’ve only just had them done. Have you always been old Sir? Just where’s your sense of fun?

We might do some revision, The day of the exam. But I do things best when under pressure I wouldn’t say I cram.

We haven’t done past questions Well frankly, what’s the use? They won’t be the ones on the exam When I get there, I’ll produce.

I sometimes do my homework. So I’ve missed it once or twice. But why give me detention? That’s just not very nice.

I’d do it for the morning If I knew how to begin But it’s eviction night on Big Brother And I want to know who wins.

They’ve got it wrong, them teachers Cos’ really we’re quite good. We’re almost model pupils. We’re just misunderstood. M F Cowan 2009