Two and two four
four and four eight
eight and eight sixteen...
Repeat! says the teacher
Two and two four
four and four eight
eight and eight sixteen.
But behold the lyrebird
who crosses in the sky
the child sees it
the child hears it
the child calls it.
Save me
play with me
bird!
Then the bird descends
and plays with the child
Two and two four...
Repeat! says the teacher
and the child plays
the bird plays with him...
Four and four eight
eight and eight sixteen
and sixteen and sixteen
what do they do?
They don't do anything
and chiefly not thirty-two
anyway
and they leave.
And the child hid the bird
in his desk
and all the children
hear his song
and all the children
hear the music
and eight and eight in their turn leave
and four and four and two and two
in their turn get out
and one and one doesn't make one nor two
one by one they leave as well
And the lyrebird plays
and the child sings
and the professor cries:
When you've finished acting like a clown!
But all the children
hear the music
and the walls of the class
collapse peacefully
And the window panes go back to sand
the ink goes back to water
the desks go back to trees
the chalk goes back to the cliff
the pen holder goes back to the bird.
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