The Baker...
Our teacher of history,
though we learn more than that,
he's the best we've got,
and i think he knows that.
Stronger than an ox,
looks like one too,
smarter than Einstein,
though can't spell number 'to'.
Knew we were failing,
so discarded our test,
helped out our learning,
that made us the best.
Hangs with us kids,
acts like one too,
while making history,
some-what cool.
More than a teacher,
kind of a friend,
He is the teacher,
of grade level ten.
This goes out to Baker,
teacher of the year,
Happy Birthday man,
but sorry...no beer.
Copyright © Natasha Fuiava | Year Posted 2007
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