'Twas the night after Summer, when all through the school
Not a person was stirring, not even a Mr. Hool;
The textbooks were placed on the shelves with care,
In hopes that the students soon would be there;
The teachers were nestled all snug at their desks,
While visions of homework danced in their heads;
And the principle in her sweater, and I in my hat,
Had just settled down for a long administrative nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and threw up the glass.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature car, with four tiny wheels,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must the superintendent.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, wheely! now, wheeler! now, spinny and spinet!
On, spare wheels back in my trunk, do something!
To the front of the school! to the front of the lot!
Now drive away! drive away! drive away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When he meet with an obstacle, speed around else he die,
So up to the front door the car he speed,
With the car full of paperwork, and Starbucks too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
The tapping and shuffling of each of his feet.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Right through the door the superintendent came with a bound.
He was dressed in a suit from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all perfect with gold and silk;
A bundle of paperwork he had flung in his briefcase,
And he looked like a lawyer just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his handkerchief how merry!
His shoes shone like gemstones, his belt embroidered in silver!
His smile gleamed like the mid-winters snow,
And the chin perfectly shaved, wouldn't you know;
The hint of a breath mint could be seen through his teeth,
And the smell it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a stern face and a little round nose,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was tall and plump, a right jolly old guy,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A look of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the desks; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the door he goes;
He sprang to his car, to his wheels gave a whistle,
And away they all sped like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Schoolyear to all, and to all a good-night."
Istari left the school he was the superintendent and the narrator
Man you will not believe how hard it is to come up with words to switch out in some of those parts, the wheels was to only really bad one though. Hop you guys liked it
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