Parents' Evening

We’re waiting in the corridor.
My dad, my mum and me.
They’re sitting there and talking;
I’m as nervous as can be.
I wonder what she’ll tell ‘em.
I’ll say I’ve got a pain!
I wish I’d got my spellings right.
I wish I had a brain.

We’re waiting in the corridor.
My husband, son and me.
My son just stands there smiling;
I’m smiling nervously.
I wonder what she’ll tell us.
I hope it’s not all bad.
He’s such a good boy, really;
But dozy – like his dad.

We’re waiting in the corridor.
My wife, my boy and me.
My wife’s as cool as a cucumber;
I’m nervous as can be.
I hate these parents’ evenings.
The waiting makes me sick.
I feel just like a kid again
Who’s gonna get the stick.

I’m waiting in the classroom.
It’s nearly time to start.
I wish there was a way to stop
The pounding in my heart.
The parents in the corridor
Are chatting cheerfully;
And now I’ve got to face them,
And I’m nervous as can be.

- Allan Ahlberg

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