Classic Poem

The Octopods and Reptiles
They dine at six o'clock,
And having dined, rush wildly out
Like an electric shock.
They hang about the bannisters,
The corridors they block,
And gabbling bothering,
A most unpleasant flock.

They hang about the bannisters,
Upon the stairs they flock,
And howly-gabbling all the while
The corridors they block.