My teacher does a dreadful thing -
     She confiscates our sweets.
She goes through all the lunch boxes
     Removing all our treats.

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She tells us that they’re bad for us.
    She says we should eat well.
She teaches us it’s best to wish
     Our chocolates farewell.

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Our fizzy drinks all disappear
     And also Mum’s good cake.
Her greedy eyes explore my box
     And then the crisps she takes.

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I looked in through the staffroom door
    And know what happens next.
It’s teachers who stuff all our treats
    At lunchtime down their necks.

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