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Show Six Full Hours (We reprint the following parody, which appeared in the December "Hijltop Echo") (Dedicated to all those who labor in the guidance of our "future" "fu-ture" leaders of America. Tune: Sixteen Tons.") Some people say a teacher is made out of steel, Her mind can't think and her body can't feel, Iron and steel and hickory tea, Frowns and gripes from eight to three. You teach six full hours and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt; You pay your dues to this and that Then for twenty-nine days your billfold's' flat. I was born one morning it was cloudy and cool, I picked up my register and started start-ed to school; I wrote eighty names on the homeroom home-room roll, And the principal said, "Well bless my soul." You teach six full hours and what do you get? Cuts and bruises and dirt and sweat; When I turned my back, then came the chalk, I got two black eyes and can hardly walk. Well I got 84 kids' and 42 seats, Sixty p.re talking while 24 sleep; Can hardly get 'em all through the door, And if I don't watch out they'll send me more. You teach six full hours to 84 brats, And all of 'em yelling like dogs and cats; They're cutting on seats and writing writ-ing on walls, And hugging and kissing in the upstairs hall. Well the last bell rings and I start for the door, My head's ringing and my feet are sore; I taught six full hours and my day is made, But I still have 300 papers to grade. You teach six full hours and what do you gti? Another day older and deeper in debt; I'll go to St. Peter, but I can't stay, I gotta get back for the P.-T. A. Anon, |