Poem to Helen on her 53rd Birthday
My goodness me! She’s 53!
A teacher first-rate; she’s never late;
(Not much, anyway)
She teaches us lots
About tiddles and jots;
She’s a true-blue friend,
And our wishes we send
For a happy day
(’though there’s war in Bombay).
Yesiree!
Start the jubilee!
Hear the jamboree!
Perfect harmony!
Sound the reveille!
Eat your broccoli!
(oops... got off the subject.)
Anyway, Happy Birthday.
Written for the children to give their teacher
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