When the clock strikes four.

I wait in the classroom just as soundly as before,
and i can wait no longer for the clock to just strike four.

These pants are really itchy from my waist down too the floor,
I scratch and itch for ages but the clock will not strike four.

I love Jen with all my heart so much that it grows sore,
but i cannot tell her anything until the clock strikes four.

My pen and pencil have not moved, my teacher knows for sure,
but i cannot work while waiting for the old clock to strike four.

At last the time has come to go as cleaners start their tour,
the clock's not broken after all now that it has struck four.

I heard a voice from the front while heading out the door,
"The lesson ends in half an hour, not when the clock strikes four!"