One by one, they walk in rows,
Wearing jackets, hats, suits and bows.
Blue, black, brown or grey,
The same colours every day.
Shiny shoes and curly laces,
Black bags and stony faces.
Taking notes on white paper,
Until a little while later,
They file out in rows,
Wearing jackets, hats, ties and bows.
But when the last one has gone,
Still no one has bothered to turn the lights back on.