A secret week, so sly and bright,
Where teachers danced in quiet delight.
No banners waved, no crowds in sight,
But each day brought a spark of light.
On Ninja Day they slipped through halls,
In shadows, silent, with secret calls.
With masks and stealth, they'd disappear,
A hidden army, drawing near.
On Pajama Day they had a cozy flair,
Teachers lounged with no despair.
Flannel pants and slippers, too,
A day for comfort, all day through.
Then came Holiday Day with cheer,
A touch of winter, or summer near.
Ugly sweaters, tinsel bright,
A festive air, without the fight.
Next was Anything But a Cup — oh, what a sight,
No mugs, no cups, no drinking right.
A pot, a hat, a bowl, a plate,
A challenge set—could they create?
And last, Royalty Day, with crowns so grand,
Teachers ruled the classroom land.
In crowns and tiaras, regal and true,
A queen, a king, in halls they flew.
The students laughed, but never knew,
The secret fun the teachers grew.
A week of joy, behind the scenes,
In clever themes and playful schemes.
In whispered fun, their spirits soared, Reminding us all what laughter’s for.
We hope you enjoyed our secret Underground Spirit Week! Did you figure it out? :)
-The Orange Team