Now why so loving, darling,
And why the sudden kiss?
You'd help me with some little jobs?
For goodness sake, what's this?
Your face is clean for once, dear.
Your clothes without a crease.
You saved your luncheon money?
Will wonders never cease?
No dropping of your school books,
No shrieking, childish treble.
Today you are a lamb, love,
Where yesterday a rebel.
But surely you're some stranger,
No rage or hullabaloo.
Come closer, let me look, dear,
Can this be REALLY you?
Now were you struck by lightning
Or were you stunned at sport?
Ah... now I see the reason.
You've brought your school report!
by Max Fatchen
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