The chime of the bell is a magic sound,
That sends every desk-chair scraping the ground.
We drop all our pencils and close every book,
With a “race you outside!” and a mischievous look.
Out through the doors where the sunshine is bright,
The playground is waiting, a field of delight.
The swings soar to heaven, the slides are like glass,
As we leave far behind us the walls of the class.
There’s a game of tag by the old oak tree,
And “duck, duck, goose” for whoever is free.
The kickball is flying, a red-streaked blur,
While the jump ropes hum with a rhythmic whir.
It’s the land of the brave and the home of the fast,
Where the clock doesn’t matter and minutes don’t last.
A world made of laughter, of shouting and play,
The absolute highlight of every school day.
But then comes the ring that we all know too well,
The “back to the building” recess-end bell.
We trudge to the line with a sigh and a grin,
Tucking all of the sunshine and energy in.