Turning madness to method,
with each little lesson,
the tools of the trade, they are taught.
Most students absorb it,
Though a few do abhor it
preferring their own methods wrought.
The soul of the child,
tuned to the call of the wild
listens for thunder, a spark.
Though some grow up and follow
a calling so hollow
a few still do follow the Lark.
Hark! This ode is for those,
whose minds are exposed
to each streaming glint of the Sun.
So may we furnish with care,
and nourish minds where
we see present a passion for fun.
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
Turning madness to method,
with each little lesson,
the tools of the trade, they are taught.
Most students absorb it,
Though a few do abhor it
preferring their own methods wrought.
The soul of the child,
tuned to the call of the wild
listens for thunder, a spark.
Though some grow up and follow
a calling so hollow
a few still do follow the Lark.
Hark! This ode is for those,
whose minds are exposed
to each streaming glint of the Sun.
So may we furnish with care,
and nourish minds where
we see present a passion for fun.
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