'Twas the last night of summer, the sky it was clear,
The children were ready to start the school year.
The book bags were hung by the front door with care,
With notebooks and paper and stories to share.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While music and poetry danced in their heads;
They’d soon see their teachers and friends from last year,
And meet great new teachers – there’s nothing to fear.