I can't help it but that song was one of the things I liked about teaching in a religious school many years ago; I can still hear the childrens' voices.
Today was the Sabbath and a bandt (stike) day also. No buses, cars or motorbikes. Walking is the available mode of transport. So, after a quiet morning of wringing and wash hanging, it was decided that en masse we would walk up to the Tibetan Refugee Village. The sun was shining, the air felt fresh and the walk was photogenic.
As we approached the village the poverty was striking and the children endearing.