They said that I should’ve been more serious,
Not to be so silly when in class.
I say turn that frown the other way around,
You grey skinned, silly ass.
Don’t stifle what you don’t understand,
Allow the petals to ring their tune.
Let them ride away from rigid structures and
Create their own worlds until noon.
If they’re not feeling algebra,
Because it means little to their brains,
Give them freedom to fly higher!
You’ll soon see what it gains.
Send them off on missions out
As far as they can travel!
Lead them down the goblin hole
With metaphysical puzzles to unravel.
Equip them with tools to dig for
Golden treasures that they create.
Go on! Put the likkle blighters
In charge of their own fate.
Give them reason to start believing
That this world really ain’t so bad.
A squirt of mindfulness wouldn’t go a miss
It’s something I wish I’d have had.
Then you’ll have them learning with
Huge smiles upon their faces.
No yawns or groans and shuffling bones,
Nor angry basket cases.
It ain’t rocket science, sweet baby lips:
It’s plain old common whatsitsname.
Make it fun for your likkle ones
And they’ll be glad they came.