When An Inspector Calls...

An Inspector Calls…

Come all you pedants

Whatever your moan

And sweat ye plenty

For here is the groan

Double your output

And quicken your step

For OFSTED is coming

Your room is a wreck

The kinder are calling

Their work you must check

The ghost of Woodhead

Still stalks all our halls

In search of a reason

To herald a fall

If Christmas is here

Then God help us all