There was a fine family from Ware,
For schools they scarcely could care.
At home they did learn
Their thinking could churn,
For cognitive independence they did dare.
There once was a family from Kent,
Whose children to school weren’t sent.
They noted no deficiency
In educational efficiency,
And now they have minds that aren’t bent.
There once was a family from Nantucket,
For schools they just couldn’t truck it.
Instead they stayed home
Their minds a rich loam,
For thoughts as divine as a sucket.*
*Sucket, n. 16th century. A sweetmeat; a dainty
morsel.
There was a good family from Turin,
At home they did all their learnin'.
In matters dialectical,
Results were electrical,
So now they got neurons for burnin'.
There once was a family from Greenbrae,
Who were convinced one could learn just from play.
Home was superb for cognition,
Autodidactical methods their mission,
And to organized schools they say “nay.”
There once was a family from Nome
Who did all their learning at home.
Their preference was practical
In matters didactical,
So their thoughts had no limits to roam. |