You Cannot Make Me
You cannot make me he said
Forehead tight, his face all red
He was quite bright
And was so right
I will not do it
He would not sit.
You can’t make me!
He kicked and bit
His parents came to school one day
They were having trouble too
They came to see if we had a way
They did not know what to do
He runs from us, the daddy said
He respects us not a whit.
A team of teachers gave them many suggestions.
We cannot. They replied. He would throw a fit.
So they kept rewarding his behaviors, bad.
And now ten years later I am truly sad
To report that you-cannot-make-me is in jail.
Some of us teachers send him regular mail.
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