Why do the kids all jump and shout? Is it the monsters beneath their desks or evil teachers in their nests? Maybe those kids wreak with fright from shadows flitting through the night… Ideas forming in their minds, transforming into special finds To put their thoughts down on a page, pencils racing in their rage. Chairs are clacking, exams are done, Students free to have some fun. Back they come but something’s changed; Energy gone and eyes are glazed.