My Teacher Sometimes Turns Into A Glumph
My teacher sometimes turns into a Glumph,
When all her niceness goes away and hides,
And meanness settles in her with a “humph!”
She eats our snack and steals our swings and slides.
And in this state she caught me throw a book --
A small transgression, nothing like a crime --
And pointed with her finger to a nook --
The corner where I was to do my time.
Against the wall I stood, scolding my tears,
When suddenly, I was called back to play.
I studied Teacher and gave up my fears
For it was clear the Glumph had gone away.
The room lit up at once with Teacher’s cure.
All meanness gone - yes, not one thing was bad.
And happily we, as a class, were sure
Our teacher was the nicest ever had.
Your teacher’s nice, I’m sure, but don’t harrumph,
Be wary when she turns into a Glumph.