Information’s like a living stream
That quickly ebbs and flows.
It leaves my teacher’s lips and then
Into my ears it goes.
It circulates through lots of tubes
Within this head of mine
And, finding that I have a brain,
It starts to intertwine.
It looks to find a dwelling place –
Somewhere to make a home.
It hopes that it can settle down
With no more need to roam.
But sleep? Oh no! Oh no no no!
It’s not the time to rest.
Our teacher calls it back again –
We’ve got a bloomin’ test!
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