We’re Having a Quiet Day

The class, as usual is noisy 

An uproar is well underway 

Mr Walton comes in, looking upset and thin 

And over the din says, Okay! 

I’ve been up all night with my budgie 

His plumage is pallid and grey 

So I’m asking you all, please, not too loud. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

Then the head pops her head round the classroom door 

I’ve something to ask, if I may. 

My daughter has brought her baby in 

(There’s another one on the way) 

She’s fast asleep in her little cot 

And she looks so lovely and gay. 

Let her sleep. Let her snooze. Don’t give her the blues. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

A clearing of throat from the back of the room  

It’s the teaching assistant Miss Bray 

She says, five little sparrows have hatched in the nest 

The one that their Mum built last May 

Let’s be calm, let’s not fuss 

Let’s whisper, let’s hush  

Be as quiet as the sunset’s last ray 

We mustn’t disturb 

Those dear lickle birds 

We’re having a quiet day 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

We’re having a quiet day. 

Now the classroom’s as quiet as a dandelion clock, 

As quiet as a knot’s silent K 

As quiet as a snowflake drifting down 

From a windless sky of grey 

Mr Walton is smiling, it’s so satisfying 

And he watches the action replay 

For nobody’s shirking 

The class are all working 

We’re having a quiet… 

(not having a riot) 

We’re having a really quiet day.