My Teachers Are All The Same

My teachers are all the same, but are they really to blame? They train and learn to teach us: cool. But really, they're all the same. My teachers are all the same, but are they really to blame? They try, oh my, how they try. By-and-by they try to get us by, teaching us anatomy of the fly, oh why? I wish I had a teacher to teach me something new, something not borrowed, or sometimes something blue. My teachers are all the same, and yes, they really are all to blame. Take a page from my book, Mr or Mrs Whomever You May Be. Us students, you see really do need a source a tad bit more interesting. SET US FREE.

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