The Register - Kids' Poems and Stories With Michael Rosen
The Register is a poem by Michael Rosen, from the book "You Wait Till I’m Older Than You".
Plot[]
Class six gets ready to do the register, but one student named Darren wants to be with the snails.
Transcript[]
DISCLAIMER: This is a transcript for a video of Michael performing the poem/book, not a transcript from the actual poem/book itself.
The Register
Right class six, register time. That means everyone sitting down-- Uh, everyone, Darren. No Darren, we're not feeding the snails now. Sarah, could you pass me the register? No, I haven't got it, you've got it, you went to fetch it, remember? Oh... that was yesterday, was it? Darren, leave the snails alone! One moment everyone, Mr. Hardware wants a word. Right class six, Mr. Hardware says that any tennis balls landing in the gutter by the kitchen will be left there 'till Christmas, when they'll be sent to Dr. Bernardos. No, he's not my doctor, Louise, my doctor doesn't need tennis balls. Dr. Bernardos' not alive, is-- Yes, I know, Wayne, that if he's not alive, he can't use tennis balls. Darren, don't touch the snails! Do you hear me?! Does anyone know, who or what is Dr. Bernardos? No Hugh, not a dog's home. Yes Abdul, a children's home, well done. Oh, I wonder Mrs. Morris, I don't want to be rude, but I'm just settling the children down. Perhaps you could see away to leaving now, hmm? I'm sure David is okay, Mrs. Morris, yes, cake making on Friday will be lovely Mrs. Morris, but-- Wayne! That's very rude! We've talked about kissing before. If Mrs. Morris wants to kiss David goodbye, that's okay. And you've got no right to laugh at-- Oh, thank you again, Mrs. Morris, yes, biscuit making too. That'll be lovely, thank you so much. Goodbye Mrs. Morris, She's not waving to you, Sophie.
Uh, yes Collie? Well, I'm sure Mr. Hardware means any kind of ball, um... footballs, basketballs-- You've got a baseball from your American cousin! That was very nice of him. No, no, I don't know who won the world series. I can't guess because I... don't know the names of any baseball teams. Ah! Mrs. Riley, good morning. Right class six, Mrs. Riley says if anyone who usually has a school dinner on Thursday, but wants a school packed lunch for the outing to the science museum, then could they fill in the form? Yes Judy? Uh... the form? Well, I'm not quite sure what form at the moment, but I'm sure a form will be coming along soon. They usually do, and I'll tell you when it does. Well, if you don't want a school packed lunch and you don't bring a packed lunch, then you'll be very hungry, won't you? Darren! I don't want to have to tell you about the snails again, we're doing the register now, not snails. Yes Zoey? I know quite well, that I'm not actually doing the register at this very second, but I will be and I could be. Do you know what the time is, Mervyn? You do. Do you know how many minutes late you are, Mervyn? You do. Do you have any idea how we're going to get you to come to school on time, Mervyn? You don't. Oh, Mark and Tong sitting very nicely. Ah! Mrs. Morris, you're back. Yes, yes, we could make toffee as well, an excellent idea-- QUIET!!! There'll be no toffee for anyone if there's that kind of noise. Thank you so much, Mrs. Morris, I'm-I'm sure we've got the right pans for making toffee, but I can't look just now. Bye-bye. Yes, yes of course, bye-bye. Rasheeda, Jason, Simone, all sitting very nicely. Darren, not sitting nicely, not sitting at all in fact!
Oh no, he's left the lid off! Quick, Abdul! The lid! Put the lid back on the snails! What?! One's missing?! Which one? No, not all of you. Everyone, comeback, sit down. Abdul, and just Abdul. Can you tell us, which snail is missing? Robin. Was Robin in the aquarium before, Darren? No Mervyn, snails don't eat each other, you know they eat leaves. All term we've been looking at how they eat leaves, we've written poems about how they eat leaves, we drawn graphs of how many leaves they eat in a day, and now you're telling me they eat each other. You know, sometimes I wonder why we've got these snails here. Oh, it really isn't something to cry about Paul, I know. Robin was your favorite, and I...I'm sure Batman doesn't miss him, I'm-I'm not sure if snails do miss each other. Look. I just don't want to deal with this right now, I'm sure Robin will turn up. He-he can't have gone far, snails don't gallop, do they? Darren?! Is that the truth? Is what Salima is saying true? Is it? Well, take Robin out of your pocket right now. Put him back in the aquarium and go straight downstairs to see Mrs. Rashid, and you can explain to her what you did to Robin. I'm not sure you'll be here for Mrs. Morris's baking day at this rate. Ah, and who's this? John, hmm. Uh no, I-I-I'm sorry John, uh- you can't have the register just yet. Tell Mrs. Riley "We'll be down with it in just a moment." Right class six. The register. Now, wh-wh-wh-wh-where is it? Where is it, where was it? It was here a moment ago. Can anyone see the register? Can anyone see the register?
Trivia[]
- This is the second poem (by uploading order) featuring Class Six. The first was The Outing.