O what a joyous joyous day <br />Is that on which we come <br />At the recess from school away, <br />Each lad to his own home! <br /> <br /> <br />What though the coach is crammëd full, <br />The weather very warm; <br />Think you a boy of us is dull, <br />Or feels the slightest harm? <br /> <br /> <br />The dust and sun is life and fun; <br />The hot and sultry weather <br />A higher zest gives every breast, <br />Thus jumbled all together. <br /> <br /> <br />Sometimes we laugh aloud, aloud, <br />Sometimes huzzah, huzzah. <br />Who is so buoyant, free, and proud <br />As we home travellers are? <br /> <br /> <br />But sad, but sad is every lad <br />That day on which we come, <br />That last last day on which away <br />We all come from our home. <br /> <br /> <br />The coach too full is found to be; <br />Why is it crammëd thus? <br />Now every one can plainly see <br />There's not half room for us. <br /> <br /> <br />Soon we exclaim, O shame, O shame, <br />This hot and sultry weather, <br />Who but our master is to blame <br />Who packed us thus together! <br /> <br /> <br />Now dust and sun does every one <br />Most terribly annoy; <br />Complaints begun, soon every one <br />Elbows his neighbour boy. <br /> <br /> <br />Not now the joyous laugh goes round, <br />We shout not now huzzah; <br />A sadder group may not be found <br />Than we returning are.<br /><br />Charles Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-from-school-and-to-school/
