Jolly were those school days
with many a friend made for life.
Great folks were they:
matrons but mothers in disguise,
teachers but heroes worshiped,
and blackboard our globe!
Our ears longed for recess bell,
and when it happened
we trouped out to the playground
full of mirth.
Buddies were a game there.
Once a friend saved me
from a lone bully and
I split with my savior a lone cookie.
Indeed that was my first temple,
taught me no religion and no gaps either;
being a cocoon that it was
transformed me into a full man
recalling all the joys that stay.