6. Spring Fever

When warmer days return once more,
And school is nothing but a bore,
I'd rather sleep than do the chores,
Spring fever.

The morning is so bright and gay,
I always loiter on the way,
That's why I'm late for school each day.
Spring fever.

In school my thoughts ne'er seem to fail
To through the open window sail,
Out to the brook down in the vale.
Spring fever.

In class my head is always bent
Over my desk, I'm quite content
To spend the day in languishment.
Spring fever.

The teacher watches in disgust;
To take a nap I simply must.
Oh! Can't you see that it is just
Spring fever.

And so in reverie I dwell,
Till teacher gives a mighty yell
And I must hastily dispell
Spring fever.

5. Open Night

Open night comes once a year,
And you should see the haste,
The students hurry everywhere,
Not a minute do they waste.

Open night arrives at last
And people come galore,
The students show them 'round the school
Until their feet are sore.

But they don't mind the worry
That is caused by Open Night,
To help the welcome guests gives them
Unlimited delight.

But when at last it's over,
The students breathe a sigh,
'Cause they can take it easy,
And let the world go calmly by.