Words words words
Who feels better
I want to see those Rais-ed hands,
Those bless-ed smiles,
My classroom babies
Here they are
The words words words,
What mom and dad sent you here for,
Yes?
Chalk on board,
Words words, words,
Here they are.
What are you see-ing?
The words words words,
Are you believ-ing?
My chalk is a pen, the board is fly-ing?
I am teacher, or a settled chi-ld?
Are you small? Or taller than ah-ee?
Is there but stars, in the sky,
That shift not, my path they plot,
Providing relativity For my reality?