We've got a playground in our school,
rectangular and boring.
It leaves us every break time,
underwhelmed and snoring.
Yet here within this prison yard
there's a plot with some potential
but it lacks degrees of flatness
a trait that's so essential.
If only we could reach the top,
upon a riskless pathway.
To sit upon a picnic bench,
feeling happy all the day.
An orchard, now that would be nice,
besides a water feature,
anticipating Autumn thoughts
of apples for the teacher.
A windmill for our Eco School,
to power a little fountain.
Bring interest to the uninspired
upon our lofty mountain.