children each playing a part
marching in to their places;
all practiced, and ready to start.
Kasey was at the piano,
fantasy music to play.
The practicing choir got rowdy
with voices babbling away.
A day in the life of a schoolhouse,
a day in the life of a child.
It was readin', writin' and rockin'
the little red schoolhouse was wild.
finally, finale . . . finished;
time to go home and to bed
while readin', writin' and rockin'
is still going 'round in his head!
-Joy S. Barefoot
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