In high school, we had a teacher
Bello was his name, with the prefix Mister
And all he always did was bellow at us
He would prance around like a horse
Scaring all the students he came across
And trust me, he was very very cross
The only times his lips turned up in a smile
Was when he had us picking dirt for miles
If we all had to name one teacher we really do not miss
For me and my friends, Mr Bello it is
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