I entered the band room when I was in fifth grade,

The man inside looked to me with a smile. 

I sat down in my chair with my flute that I played,

He told me he could tell I had practiced a while.

As the year went on, I showed him my songs,

He valued accomplishments and attitude.

He reinforced my rights and corrected my wrongs,

Now I look back with such gratitude. 

My goal is to do what he did to me,

Let children know they are valuable and smart.

So now, a music teacher, I hope to be,

Because everyone deserves to learn art.