There once was a teacher called Barnes,
who went by the first name of nat.
She married a Philpott called Craig,
and that was essentially that.
So Barnsie turned into a Phillo,
and Phillo by now was a Blatch:
Ironic, and comic, as surnames;
'coz past Yeoval staff surnames match.
The new Mrs Philpott was sporty;
for hockey she travelled way north.
So bloody old Smythie, that bastard,
from Sydney he drove back and forth.
The school when he got there was different,
most staff and the buildings were new.
He took a few days of adjustment,
as he once again learned what to do.
But after the first week had finished,
he encountered a fairly strange thing;
The kids and the much older siblings
kept asking the old bloke to sing.
Now Smythie was never real pretty,
and his vocals would not win a prize,
but when spurred on to dust off his geetar,
to this very challenge, he'd rise.
And so this old teacher conceeded,
and banged out some tunes like a hack.
And now Smythie's gone off to Sydney,
but maybe the cat will come back.
