It’s raining hard, I’m running late,

I am off to school and it’s half past eight,

Must not stop for sheltel it will make me later still,

Assembly’s is starting they have begun the drill,

I can’t creep in without a sound

The whole of the school will look around,

The headmaster will call me to the stage,

And will shout at me, red with rage,

What can I do, what excuse can I make?

It’s not that bad for goodness sake,

But deep down I know it’s bad,

I’m in big trouble for a little lad.