The teacher comes in the very first day A little bit nervous but still they're okay They're ready to tackle every task big or small Their confidence shows as they walk straight and tall They've ideas galore which they'll teach and impart To wonderful children who like works of art Are as falling snow, no two flakes the same Each child is unique, in each burns the flame The flame is the yearning to learn and to grow Which pushes the teacher so each child they know And knowing will give them the tools that entrance The students each one, in song and in dance So here's to the teachers who give everyday Who know that real payment is not money paid It's hearing a student from present or past Say "This has been great but times gone way too fast."
Reason for writing:
I have friends who are teachers and right now, many things are going on
that make them discouraged. I just wanted to cheer them up.
Thanks.
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