Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school

And dive into the crystal clear sea

Where there was coconuts on a island

And where he was smiling with glee.

The House he lived in was narrow and grey

But in his mind he could picture.

Exotic fruits growing among trees

And drinking a lovely mixture.

He longed to visit a wonderful land

It was like a story never to be told.

And I couldn't understand why he never left

And shook off our schools stranglehold.