Oh, to be a governor
In one of England’s schools!
For whoever takes political power
Will want to change the rules.
So those in charge at the DfE
Press on with each new policy
While the governors focus all their thoughts
On Ofsted reports.
As the country heads in a new direction,
And a different secretary of state* appears
Keen to bring in fresh ideas –
The governors then must change their stance
As schools learn what new steps to dance,
Looking out for what comes next –
The hokey-cokey phonics checks?
Will history books go in the bin?
All will change whoever gets in.
So instead of playing guessing games
Shouldn’t we set our own values and aims?
Seems strangely familiar? It’s based on “Home thoughts from abroad” by Robert Browning (which accounts for the odd scanning ….)
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—-at the bent spray’s edge—-
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower —
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!