The Schoolhouse

School is where I spend long hours

Learning the world's legends and stories.

I learn of the wonders of ancient times.

I learn of Greek and Roman glories.

I travel into the dusty past,

And from their tombs, the kings arise!

I take a trip with some fair queen,

1 I dine beneath those long-gone skies.

Pioneers and those who ventured To a frontier fraught with danger Come alive and speak to me, And make me feel I'm not a stranger.

I learn of icy climes where snow Lies eternally on the peaks.

I learn of lands unknown to man Where the voice of the jungle hoarsely speaks.

The trade winds blow and carry me To countries that I've learned to know,

And wet with rain in a tropical land The weeping monsoons blow and blow.

A schoolhouse is a magic place For it changes so many, many times. And before I can blink I'm miles away Dwelling in far off colorful climes.

I'll be sorry when the day has come That I must leave this enchanted room,

And when I say goodbye I know I'll feel the very deepest gloom.