Teacher
Oh teacher, my teacher
You quickly became my preacher
Through and through you taught me well
From the start you were swell
Journalism, I learned to love
Oh teacher, my teacher
In myself, I tried to be a believer
But FCHS treated me bad
You picked me up when I was sad
Everyone else, I rose above
Oh teacher, my teacher
You will always be my favorite
You will be missed
I hope you stay blessed
You, I will forever be reminicient of
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