The Little Red School House

In the little red school house with my book and slate,
In the little red school house I was always late.
I long to be back there where I was a scholar in the days of yore,
How I’d stand right up there and holler, “Two and two are four!”
When we should have been learning, about the Golden Rule,
Our little hearts were yearning for the swimming pool.
Why we could hardly wait for school to let out,
The moment that we heard it we would run and shout,
Oh! Gee! I want to be in the little red school house!