Teachers who teach for the sake of their students should be celebrated.
Too much homework or too little, with good intentions should be venerated.
But whether they teach well, or poorly, too slowly, or at a fast pace,
There are certain things a student just cannot say to their face.
You punished that girl too harshly, and you're overreacting
Your moles might be cancerous, and your bald spot is distracting
You're theories are far-fetched, is the least I can say
There's no way the mafia killed JFK.
We don't care about your husband, no matter how adoring
And your baby can crawl to the moon; it will always be boring
No, none of us understand your reference, or how it is linked
We were born AFTER dinosaurs went extinct
All this and more, I would say to certain teachers that I know
All this and more, we would all like to say, just to have one go
That they slack off and let their students behave recklessly
Or even that their pants are nice and they're kinda sexy
It's not all appropriate
It's not all kind
But it's not all serious
And would provide peace of mind.