We're swinging from the lights.
We're standing on our chairs.
We're bouncing off the walls.
We're sliding down the stairs.

We're running in the halls.
We're slamming all the doors.
We're jumping off our desks.
We're skidding on the floors.

We'd rather use the swings.
We'd rather use the slide.
Except today it's raining
and recess is inside.

--Kenn Nesbitt

This poem appears in the book
Revenge of the Lunch Ladies