Little Squirrel’s Poem: Missing His Teacher at Squirrel School

“I’m Missing My Teacher”

Teacher, teacher, where are you, dear Sir?

Can’t learn without you, that’s for sure.

I need to learn more; I can’t figure this thing out;

Please help me get out!

What’s a teacher for if they don’t teach;

As knowledge is too far from one’s reach.

A book is fine with pictures and words;

Not understanding them is for the birds.

We need an explanation of how to do this;

Is it what I have read or missed?

Hearing a teacher’s voice is comforting to hear;

The explanation of what’s read, not to fear.

As you see, I’m inside a tool given to me to learn.

I need to get my butt out; it’s beginning to burn.

It sure would be nice to use this contraption right;

I’m sure this little me here is a strange, goofy sight.

Seeing a pupil inside this unknown thing,

It even has a bell, but I can’t make it ring.

Teacher, I miss you; where are you?

Every day you’re gone, I’m feeling terribly blue.

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