The BSF folk song.....

[Deaks]

One of my esteemed teaching colleagues composed the following to sum up the general feelings he is getting of BSF.

TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF "THE HAND ON THE EAR FOLK SONG" BY THE BARON KNIGHTS.

To meet with suits from BSF,
the middle leaders went.
Beneath their arms were tucked
the rolled-up plans that they'd been sent.
They walked into the room
and gave an Anglo-Saxon sign,
and said the plans should be stuck
somewhere that the sun don't shine.

The whiteboard's on the windows
and they've badly placed the doors
You wouldn't want to know
what they have done with all the floors
Some walls they have moved around
and some they took away
From one day to another
we don't know what's going to stay

The suits they all drive fancy cars,
they turn up in their jags
And cause us so much trouble
that we're all back on the fags
The head is on the G&T,
the senior staff have fled
And everyone is fed up
with the lines that we've been fed

The school that they've designed for us
is fine with no kids there
There's sockets in the sinks
and no fans to take the air
They promised us computers
that the pupils could all use
But not enough to teach IT
so they'll all be confused

We asked them to be flexible
they gave us desks in rows
And where we're going to put the books
goodness only knows
To let us know that they are here,
there's cards for kids to share
There's 30 on my register
but only one is there

They've put science in a cupboard
and there's history in the hall
Teach 90 kids at once
we'll have 'em stacked up wall to wall
The math's department's on a diet,
don't know if they'll fit in
To teach here after BSF
we'll all be on the gin

They asked for blue sky thinking,
we could have it our own way
but when it came down to it
they just simply wouldn't pay
We've had so many meetings
each one with a new design
We're all so fed up of it now
we all want to resign