Bonnie Mrs Buckley Who’s the one who’s always there, Small and neat with pretty hair, And about us all she’ll care, Bonnie Mrs Buckley. With her glasses on her nose, Pretty hair and pretty clothes, Everybody’s name she knows, Bonnie Mrs Buckley. Class 14 is where you’ll find her, Key to the cupboard there beside her, Lots of sweets for us you’ll find there, Bonnie Mrs Buckley. She is working hard all day, Makes us read then lets us play, ‘Pray for all the sick’ she’ll say, Bonnie Mrs Buckley. She collects our pennies round, Some may even give a pound, All for India they are bound NOT for Mrs Buckley. All Class 14 ought to know, She is nice from head to toe, We’ll love her for ever Oh Bonnie Mrs Buckley.