They rolled their eyes and groaned
And quickly grabbed their books,
Flipping through the pages
For a few last, fleeting looks.

They grumbled and they cringed,
And all gave evil eyes;
They whispered to their neighbors;
They filled the room with sighs.

“I knew that this would happen”
Could be heard throughout the room;
And they sharpened up their pencils,
As they all foresaw their doom.

They squawked and moaned and sniveled—
They made every sound there is—
The day their teacher told them
They’d be having a pop quiz.

~ Barbara Vance