Ms. Clavel

Ms. Clavel doesn't live there anymore
In that house, you know the one
With the wrought iron door
They tore down the ivy
Repainted the walls
No more to hear little girls' padded footsteps down the halls

That's all there is, there isn't anymore

The Spanish ambassador's son is on his own again
With no one to teach him the good
Reform the bad hat within
In place of the home that dear Madeline bewitched
A multimillion-dollar house for the idle rich

That's all there is, there isn't anymore

We're running fast
On streets with cracks in 'em
We're running faster
To fill them in with plaster
We're running so fast
We turn a blind eye to the fate of our path
We're running fast
Faster and faster and faster
And faster and faster and faster and faster and faster
Towards disaster

Something's not right
Something's quite wrong
When we destroy the greenery to appease the throngs
And all that is left is a plaster-cast bone
That just isn't strong enough to call a home

That's all there is, there isn't anymore

Ms. Clavel doesn't live there anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Katherine Elizabeth Paterson
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