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If I were the teacher
of a Kindercare class,
I'd start with a roll call
of each laddie and lass.
Then I'd tell them a story
that was wooly and wild;
and I'd continue to tell it
'til all of them smiled.
I'd tell them about 'gators
with powder puff tails;
and rabbits with stork legs,
and home-jacking snails.
Or was it the rabbit
that hi-jacked the snail?
Oh heck, I'd be fired
with that concocted tale!
But you want to be a teacher! Right?
(I'm thinking, I'm thinking)
Okay, let's pretend
I'm at Babb Junior High;
where...what they Really need
is a Marine Corps DI.
I'd teach them some Class
with some Synphonic Bach,
then an encore by Beethoven
with no rap and no rock.
The teenagers get testy,
so I switch to Mark Twain;
then I throw in a Van Gogh
and the room goes insane.
Well, by now you've concluded
I was born to teach...
but a degree is something
that's out of my reach.
But one day I'll have it
that big Ph.D
And I'll get it from Harvard
just you wait and see!
Signed: The Nifty Professor MRS,MA,DUH
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