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