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Edgar Guest - Back To School
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It ain` the ringing of the bell
which calls me back to skule once more;
it ain`t that i must lurn to spell
that makes my hart so orful soar: 
it ain`t that fracktions i must lurn
nor jografy that makes me blew, 
it "s just becoz today i yurn
to do the things i didn`t doo.

ring out, wild bell! ime on mi way
to skule again, and summer`s done — 
it dussent seem more than a day
since i began to have mi fun. 
i wouldn`t mind this cuming back,
it ain`t the skule ime kicking on, 
it`s just becoz i missed a stack
of fun, and now the summer`s gone.

i planned to bild a coogie in
our yard, where all the kids could meat; 
the roof was going to be of tin,
and we `d have carpet for our feet; 
and i was going to organize
a brave and daring pirut crew 
and we `d take rich men bi surprize —
but gee! how fast the summer`s flue.

and that`s the skule bell ringing now,
vacashun`s slipped away from me; 
what i acomplisshed anyhow
is something more than i can see; 
i`ve had some fun, of course, but then,
it really seams to beet the dutch 
how very little i did when
i planned to do so very much.

Ah, little boy, you do not know
The lesson that you teach us all; 
You with unwilling feet now go
To school at the approach of Fall. 
We grown-ups soon will hear a bell,
Announcing that our course is run, 
Far more than death we fear to tell
The good deeds that we might have done.
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