'Twas the last day of summer and all through the house
Not a creature was settled, not even the spouse
The Syllabi were printed and stapled with care
With the knowledge that new students soon would be there
The pencils were nestled all snug in their pack
Summer handouts on Common Core stuffed in the sack
And I, watching the Mets with much sorrow and jeer
Had just settled down for my last summer's beer
When out on the lawn there rang such a bell
I sprang from the couch to see 'what the hell?'
Away to the window I flew like a flame,
Tore open the curtain and threw up the pane
When what to my wondering eye should I see?
Was Chancellor Walcott and his main deputies.
More rapid than eagles these coursers, they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name
"Now, Buher! Now, Gibson! Now, Steinberg! Suransky!
On, Tragale! Frienlander! and Weiner! 'too fancy!
On top of the porch, on top of the wall,
now drop the tasks in that guy's desk. Drop them all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the housetop the coursers, they flew,
With a truckload of work, and the chancellor too-
In another hot second, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As I pulled in my head, and was turning around
Down the chimney the chancellor came with a bound
He was dressed in a suite, from his to head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bunch of his tasks he had flung on his back
And then, like a predator, he opened his sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled as he pulled out the tasks!
Of Danielsons, Common Core "What's next?" dare I ask
"Oh, there's SIP, TIP and SESIS for Sp-eds.
And more wonderful TLAs for you" Wallcot said
"You'll need artifacts, records and unit plans, too!"
He knew I was scared, when he leaned in to yell "Boo!!!!"
His serious face, was now lit with a smile
For he knew I'd be working on this for a while.
Then out of his sack came a sight quite grotesque;
A thousand new tasks that he dropped on my desk.
He spoke no more words, but went straight to his work,
And filled up my workspace, then turned when a jerk.
And, laying his fingers aside if his nose,
And, giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his whip, to his team gave a whistle,
And then jetted away, with the sound of a missile!
But I did hear him yell out as he flew out of sight
"The 'Mother of All School Years starts after tonight!!!!"