School Days

Words by Will D. Cobb
Music by Gus Edwards

I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when:

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly."
Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.
It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.
Nobody was prettier than Mom.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures.

No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.
"Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
War was a card game.
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

The Ol'Kunnel gratefully thanks Grandpa Schober for the foregoing list.

Click here to see the Ol'Kunnel's comments
on some of the schools he attended in his youth.

(Chorus - Here repeated without verses being played)
School Days, School Days, dear old golden rule days,
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic,
Taught to the tune of a hick'ry stick.
You were my queen in calico.
I was your bashful, barefoot, beau,
And you wrote on my slate,
"I love you Joe,"
When we were a couple of kids.

(Verse 1)
Nothing to do, Nellie Darling
Nothing to do you say,
Let's take a trip on memory's ship,
Back to the bygone days.
Sail to the old village school house,
Anchor outside the school door,
Look in and see, there's you and me,
A couple of kids once more.
(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
'Member the hill, Nellie Darling
And the oak tree that grew on its brow?
They've built forty stories upon that old hill
And the oak's an old chestnut now.
'Member the meadows so green, dear,
So fragrant with clover and maize,
Into new city lots and preferred bus'ness plots,
They've cut them up since those days.
(Chorus)

Music provided by:

MIDI Music Arranged by:

Frank "Grandpa" Schober

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