If we crammed their heads with facts and dates,
Ignoring sparks and curious states,
Would learning ever truly take root?
Children, not clay, for us to sculpt and boot.
Tolerance, not rote, a lesson grand,
Understanding hand in accepting hand.
"Unfold" their minds, like petals in the sun,
Let wonder bloom, the learning race has begun.
Happiness, the compass, guiding true,
Engagement's flame, where...
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