Silver Treetop School for Boys

Here's the town in which I live, Petunia Green

Here's the shop, and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoes

There is Mr. Marcus, boys, they say he's mad

Here's the battle that I won

Silver Treetop School for Boys

Early days were good as gold

An apple here, an apple there

And everywhere a "Yes, sir'", "No, sir"

They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day

I've never been so happy than at Silver Treetop School for Boys

The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass

The wind had blown to visit blazing to the pipe of Mr. Marcus

The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field

Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School for Boys

"Hey, there!"

He calls in the staff room

He calls in the canteen

"Hey, come and look at what I found

A thousand boys and masters sitting

On the cricket grounds at Silver Treetop School for Boys."

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The English master thought he was a purple mouse

And the Head, who's usually sad, is swinging from a tree

Mr. Brown, the physics man is off his head

And everyone just loves the grass at Silver Treetop School for Boys

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