The perfect school

   
   
I ask myself: ‘What is a perfect  school?
End in itself or maybe only tool?
Or maybe it’s when learning is just fun,
Or perhaps an army drill for everyone.
And must the  teachers be like Santa Clauses?       
Should knowledge be the river, pupils - horses,
That are just brought to drink and splash about,
And not a show for a yawning crowd?’
All that’s all right, yet perfect is the school,
Where all the girls are cute, and boys are cool.