In Vacation Time

The school bell no longer is ringing,

Nor will it for ever so long.

Instead all the kiddies are singing;

I don't know the words of the song,

But I know that each rosy cheeked chappie

Effervesces with real elation,

For there's no one so happy, so happy, so happy,

So happy as kids in vacation.

Foolish grown ups possess the opinion

Vacations are made for a rest!

Away with each radical minion!

The kiddies, believe me, know best.

Their industry makes a man dizzy,

But wins from him no approbation,

For there's no one so busy, so busy, so busy,

So busy as kids in vacation.

There are pools that invite you to swimming;

There are nests that are chock full of eggs.

O'er the grass butterflies gayly skimming

Invite you to limber your legs.

There are games (here my data get meager,

As I'm lacking direct information)--

Well, for games there is no one so eager, so eager,

So eager as kids in vacation.

Still, the kids have their own share of trials;

There are errands for things mother needs,

And their wrath is too big for plain vials

When they pluck from the garden the weeds.

Here and there for odd things they are worried;

Ruffled feelings know great aggravation,

For there's no one so worried, so worried, so worried,

So worried as kids in vacation.

--Pittsburg Dispatch.