Teacher
Sweet essence of our little minds,
We learn to write, to count and find,
We learn a trillion silly facts,
About new discoveries and abstracts
The horrible moment is the first year,
And the sweetest when your graduation is near,
Bidding them goodbye in a deep thought,
And your earnest mission you haunt.
Those dudes that call us fool,
With their red pen they rules,
They aren't just a source of mere knowledge,
But a creative bird freed from the hedge.
With their words they shun out ignorance,
Your intellect in a debate they enhance,
Teachers remove society's evil,
Harnessing creativity of pupils
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