Oh Teacher! my Teacher!

Our fearful trip is done.

My mind has weather'd the exam,

The score I sought is won;

The end is near

The bell I hear,

The students all are cheering

While follow eyes the clock hands

The students all still reeling

But there you are

O, you've never looked so old

You torture us by standing there

Oblivious and cold.

 

O Teacher! You idiot!

Wake up and hear the bell;

Wake up - for it the books are flung - for it

The bell does trill;

For it, freedom, the reeling mass, our eager

Bodies moving;

Hear Teacher! You Bitch!

Your face toward the board;

'Tis some dream that there you stand,

Oblivious and cold.

 

My teacher keeps on teaching,

Her lips stained gaudy red;

The bitch does not hear our words,

Her ears, face, tone are dead;

My grade is anchor'd safe and sound,

With you I'm finally done;

From fearful test, I, the best, come in

With object won;

O students, speak, and ring, O bell!

Yet she, so grey and old

Stands up there at the board,

Oblivious and cold.