A Head took a stroll through the deep dark Chagford.
An inspector saw the Head, and the Head looked good

“Where are you going to, little brown Head? Come and discuss data in my office instead.”

“It’s terribly kind of you, OFSTED, but no thank you – I’m going to have lunch with an FSU.”

“An FSU?  What’s an FSU?”

“An FSU! I thought you knew! They have terrible screams, and terrible paws, and terrible toys in their terrible jaws.”

“Where are you meeting them?”

“Here, by this projector, and their favorite food is roasted inspector.”

“Roasted inspector!  I’m OFSTED” he said. “Goodbye, little Head,” and away he sped.

“Silly old Inspector!  He hasn’t a clue, there’s no such thing as an FSU!”

On went the Head through the deep dark Chagford.

A Budget saw the Head, and the Head looked good.

“Where are you going to, little brown Head? Come and crunch numbers on my spreadsheet instead.”

“It’s terribly kind of you, Budget, but no thank you – I’m going to have tea with an FSU.”

An FSU? What’s an FSU?

“An FSU, I thought you knew? They have scabby knees, and can suck their toes, and have lime green bogies at the end of their nose!”

“Where are you meeting them?”

“Here, by this display, and their favorite food is Budget flambé.”

“Budget flambé! My numbers are askew! Goodbye, little Head,” and the Budget withdrew.

“Silly old Budget!  He hasn’t a clue, there’s no such thing as the FSU!”

On went the Head through deep dark Chagford.

A New Build saw the Head, and the Head looked good.

“Where are you going to, little brown Head? Come for a feast in my porta-cabin instead.”

“It’s terribly kind of you, New Build, but no thank you – I’m having a feast with an FSU.”

“An FSU?  What’s an FSU?”

“An FSU!  I thought you knew? Their eyes are large, their tongues are out, they play all day and will make you shout.”

“Where are you meeting them?”

“Here, by this field, and their favorite food is scrambled New Build.”

“Scrambled New Build!  It’s time I hid! Goodbye, little Head,” and away New Build slid.

“Silly old New Build!  He hasn’t a clue, there’s no such thing as an FS…? Oh!”

But who were these creatures with dexterous paws

And delightful smiles across their jaws?

They had toys out, and trucks and trikes,

And lots of play on little red bikes.

Their eyes were large, their tongues were out, “You’re back where you started Mrs Wiseman!” They shout.

“Back where I started! How could I forget! This is the best place to be, Let’s learn the alpha-bet!”

A Head took a stroll through the FSU, thank you Mrs Wiseman, we will all miss you.