“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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