Curriculum

O teachers pack up and go to bed The brain is sizzled in their head Reality disagrees with what is said The living are not better than the dead Do you still sing when you are paid And skip in your works success Can you convince them you are unafraid For new fomenting wilderness? How you furnish them for commerce and trade And slot them as the market call You traffic them money for their grade And no blanket for their fall. Things are not the same as yesterday A wiser generation rise They know the things we hide away The fire brims their eyes. O teachers let our children be children just Once more, give them room to play Unsaddle them from the hampers of trust That upon their young lives weigh The commercial concerns corners them so Early, they have no lattitude to think Liesure is room for a child to grow The pressuring school made most shrink O teachers school them beyond classrooms Take to the mountains to explore Challenge them to surive where icicles loom Let them frolic on a sandy shore And create temporal monuments of love Here in nature is the school That the best in the worst of us prove Guide them with trust as a tool.