The Littlest hum….

(Based on true events)

In the furthest corner of the busiest classroom in the whole of Dublin, lived the littlest hum that you ever did hear. So quiet was the littlest hum, that no-one had ever heard it before. But on this particular day, the littlest hum decided that it was tired of not being heard. So it huffed and it puffed until up, up, UP it went, floating over the tip top of the heads that belonged to Tymek and Jacob.

But Tymek and Jacob were just too busy reading their books in Literacy Lift Off that they thought the very tiny littlest hum that they might have just heard, must be something of nothing.

The littlest hum grew sad. ‘Oh how I WISH that someone could just hear me!’ it sighed. But on this particular day, the littlest hum decided that it was tired of not being heard. So it huffed and it puffed and it huffed just a little bit more until it swooshed past the ears that belonged to Ellen and Nisha.

But Ellen and Nisha were just so busy writing their Poppy the Penguin stories that they thought the very tiny littlest hum that they might have just heard, was probably something of nothing.

The littlest hum grew just a little bit mad. ‘Oh how I WISH that someone could just hear me!’ it sighed. But on this particular day, the littlest hum decided that it was tired of not being heard. So it huffed and it puffed and it huffed and it puffed even more until it swooped down between the shoulders that belonged to Josh and Katie.

But Josh and Katie were just too busy playing their spelling game ‘Sparkle’ that they thought the very tiny littlest hum that they might have just heard must have been something of nothing.

The littlest hum grew tired and was about to give up. ‘Oh how I WISH that someone could just hear me!’ it sighed. Suddenly a huge draught, not a giraffe silly, but a draught of wind blew in through the door of the busiest classroom in the whole of Dublin. It scooped up the littlest hum and carried it all the way across the Senior Infant classroom until it landed upon the earlobe that belonged to the teacher, Ms. Barry.

‘Oh My!’ exclaimed Ms. Barry ‘I can hear the most beautiful littlest hum that I ever did hear and I can tell you that it sounds just like chocolate and marshmallows and all things ice cream!’.

And so, on this particular day, in the busiest classroom in the whole of Dublin, the littlest hum was finally heard.

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As sung by Child S.

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