When I was at Junior School We had a teacher Her name was Mrs Pickering And she was hopeless at teaching We always messed about in class We always answered her back We never showed her any respect Because she didn't command any Poor Mrs Pickering She couldn't keep discipline Mrs Pickering! She sat at the front of the classroom Hiding behind text books She kept on shouting at us Oh it was so pa-pathetic And every now and then She'd come round with a ru -ru- ruler And hit all the boys on the knuckles But all it did was tickle us Oh Mrs Pickering Do you like teaching? Mrs Pickering! And when she sent us out of the class We'd mess around outside the door And make a silly face against the glass And all the kids would scream and roar And Mrs Pickering Would shake with anger And send us off to see the Head But we'd go to the toilets instead Oh Mrs Pickering Why were we so cruel to you? Please forgive us, won't you? Mrs Pickering, ohhhhh!