Cars circling round and round
For the best space to be found
Counting minutes once they park
Out come faces pale and dark
Hurry with a bag of books
Giving others sideways looks
Stoic buildings staring on
Until every student’s gone
Into the doors to find pale rooms
Where they’ll sit through boring dooms
To learn or just watch a show
Of lecturers who think they know
The answers but don’t have a clue
Of what real teachers would do
But these students won’t give in
Until their new knowledge they win
Though they are battered, worn, and pale
They’re determined to prevail
