I am glad I was your teacher
Though you troubled me through and through
You split the chalk and broke the glass
And I made you kneel down too
But now that the year is almost gone
And the holidays are near
I am surprised most of all coz
I can‘t believe the end is here
Next term you will be older
Whether wiser- I am not sure
Some other class teacher will face it all
How well – I do not know.
I remember all the fun we had
I am sure you remember too
All the pranks and the spanks
But we managed to get through
I can’t believe the end is here
You will all be sorely missed
And I hate to see you go
‘Coz you’ll are very special kids.
Children of an Unfair God
Mama， please don‘t hurt me anymore
I am only little， just about four
Don’t wake me up from my deep sleep
Don‘t take me to work； why can’t it keep？
Can‘t you send me to school？
Like the neighbourhood kids
Can’t I learn to read and browse through books？
‘No you can’t‘， says the mother
Dragging her child away
You must go to work
To keep hunger at bay
Five children have we to keep and to feed
How can you think about so much sleep？
