Where do all the teachers go
When it’s four o’clock?
Do they live in houses
And do they wash their socks?
Do they wear pyjamas
And do they watch TV?
And do they pick their noses
The same as you and me?
Do they live with other people
Have they mums and dads?
And were they ever children
And were they ever bad?
Did they ever, never spell right
Did they ever make mistakes?
Were they punished in the corner
If they pinched the chocolate flakes?
Did they ever lose their hymn books
Did they ever leave their greens?
Did they scribble on the desk tops
Did they wear old dirty jeans?
I’ll follow one back home today
I’ll find out what they do
Then I’ll put it in a poem
That they can read to you
But I’m happy that I have my teacher online
I enjoyed each lesson she teaches
As my role model inspires me
To dream and to work and reach with her kindness
She gets my attention
Every day she is planting a seed of curiosity and motivation
To know and to grow and succeed
She helps me fulfill my potential
I’ m thankful for all that she has done
I admire her each day
I just want to say
As a teacher, you are number one.