From my fingers flow a special kind of sound
The world speaks to me the talented clown
I teach the student words to regurgitate
Sending back grades that mark their fate

Wonders of wonders this class is

As slippery as the preverbal snake
I cause the pain then their money take
I hear each of them as their hearts pound
In my class to my every word their bound

Learning at an astounding rate

The day has come for each to make their round
I pick the strongest of the lot to see what has been found
A tear holds up inside my mind as the diagnosis is first rate
I have to chuckle as my wife asks me for a date

I paid for supper, just who was the teacher here.