Doing some sorting today I found this poem from my childhood...

Colin by Allan Ahlberg

When you frown at me like that, Colin,
And wave your arm in the air,
I know just what you're going to say,
"Please Sir, it isn't fair!"

It isn't fair on the football field,
If the other team scores a goal,
It isn't fair in a cricket match,
Unless you bat AND Bowl.

When you scowl at me that way, Colin,
And mutter and slam your chair,
I always know what's coming next,
"Please Sir, it isn't fair!"

It isn't fair when I give you a job,
It isn;t fair when I don't,
If I keep you in, it isn't fair,
If you're told to go out, you wont.

When heads bow low in assembly,
And the whole school's saying a prayer,
I can guess what's on your mind, Colin,
"Our Father... It isn't fair!"

It wasn't fair in the infants,
It isn't fair now,
It won't be fair at the comprehensive,
For First Years anyhow.

When your life reaches it's end, Colin,
Though I doubt if I'll be there,
I can picture the words on your gravestone now,
They'll say: IT IS NOT FAIR.