The third period ends when the recess bell is heard The silence transforms into a noisy din absurd in the moments that follow, what greets the eye Is the sight of upbeat children who most speedily fly! In the greatest of hurry from there classes they rush Running along the corridors, there faces a flush. Not less than the pied piper who pipes to enchant, is the call of their test buds, and resist they can't! O yes! the school canteen is the children favorite haunt Tiny tots or youngsters-there're streets that they want. Shuts of joy ring out in shrill happy shrieks Jostling and pushing they're a bunch of freaks On a hot summer day when the sun is scorching bright The chilled ice lollies and the cold drinks do delight.

The piping hot 'chole' is fresh and healthy food The egg chop and veg chop are finger licking good! on a chilly winter morning or a wet rainy day These treats are enough to drive one's gloom away. There are pastries and chocolates and toffees glore The 'bread space pakoras' And cupcakes, the children they lure. Those pint-size' samosas' are a gastronomic delight There's always a mad rush and might been over right! throughout the year in each and every season To lick their lips children have many a reason.

Not just for savories is the canteen a junction It's here children enjoy, their free frank discussion Their Distaste for tests and how they should fair Even the mannerisms of teachers are laid threadbare Nicknames for all are here coin and created It's here that b'days and victories are celebrated! looked after by Vinod who's conscientious and humble Krishna and Ranjit help him, there's never any stumble.

With an ever-ready smile, they serve all without fail and never has a youngster found a dish to be stale! Samshuddin manages well, his ice cream counter That's bustling with children and cheerful banter. The canteen was, the canteen is, a social watering hole there's food here the body, and joy for the heart an soul!

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