I see many students of class nine in the reception,
Some look tensed and there’s general commotion,

I think something is the matter,
That’s what I could gather from the chatter,

In fact parents of some had been called in,
And they too expressed their chagrin,

I wonder if my baby was on her feet,
Would she too this trouble meet

Would she too partake in all the mischief,
Or would she be propah and stiff,

Alas only time will be able to tell,
What traits of my baby will knell