FIVE little Girls, sitting on a form,
Five little Girls, with lessons to learn,
Five little Girls, who, I'm afraid,
Won't know them a bit when they have to be said.
For little eyes are given to look
Anywhere else than on their book;
And little thoughts are given to stray
Anywhere–ever so far away.
Kate Greenaway
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-school-3/
