Why?
Why do they teach?
Why do they not help?
Why do when we ask questions, they just turn their backs and yelp?
Why can't they teach in order?
Not 12, 1, 5 but 1, 2, 3?
Why can't they say its ok?
Not do it!! or be flambulaided?
Why do they frown when we get bad grades?
Its their fault, for teaching that way.
Why do they look at you with that mean girls glare?
When you answer wrong, should we just stare?
We should leap up and tell them heh!
You shouldn't teach this way, its not the right way!
But if they don't listen, I'm yelling SCREW YOU!
I'll find someone else, that teaches better than you!
Then I can say I get it, don't you?
When we work as a team, we don't get fustrated and say poop.
We say good job, and flash our prettiest smiles.
So why do teachers give up when we don't understand?
Why do they look down and pretend their my man?
Shouldn't they be helping and making us laugh?
Shouldn't they be encouraging and say good job?
So why do they do it?
I don't understand!
Your supposed to be there for us.
Not pushing us away.
So why?
Why do we have to say something for you to do right?
Why do we have to cry to MAKE you understand?
That we never got it, so stop and give us a hand!
If you do that, we will bow
Saying thank-you becuase you care
For helping us when we just stared.
So teach us in a creative way
So we don't dream of drool and decay.
Give us a hand, becuase we need you!
We don't have anyone else to teach us like you guys do.
Because if you don't teach and help pave our way
Who will?
We'll just be strays.
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