Twas the morning before classes, when all through the school
Not a student was stirring, not even a fool.
The announcements were hung by the office with care,
In hopes that graduation soon would be there.
The children were huddled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of tassels danced in their heads.
And Susie in her mischief had her cell phone in her lap,
Little Ben had just settled in for a ...long morning nap.
When out on the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun on the hood of the bright red Tahoe
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a premature day, and nine tiny John Deere.
With little ole seniors, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a senior prank.
More rapid than Eagles their mowers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Cole! now, Colton! now, Aaron and Taylor!
On, Eren! On,...
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clement clarke moore, huntsville high school, kevin shinn, lawnmower boys
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