I Am the Teacher
I am the teacher, preacher.
The pulpit is my hands.
I move them with a gesture,
perform just as I can.
I'm all about the room, in time,
I do not miss a beat.
My steady tempo is in line
with all those dancing feet.
In time with every measure, now,
the music let's me hear,
the beating of each gentle heart,
attention to each ear.
I play the part,
and I will teach...
with all my
heart!
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