I have this crazy art teacher
He is a man
He likes to draws things with his hand
He ignores me like I'm not even there
Even when I stand and stare
He tends to dance around like a baboon
And sometimes runs screaming out the room
He dances around and jest and play
But sometimes he needs to listen and stay
I told him once I didn't like him
He told me once he didn't care
And since that day he stopped and stared