Before forty pupils, the teacher stands
Before the folk that she now understands.
She first considers them with an inquisitive, assuring eye
And with a tone full of mirth, passes a greeting.
The knowledge-hungry souls reply in unison
Gauging her with awe and reverence
Their eyes flickering with wonder and expectation
And the teacher, so filled with love for her flock
Delivers forth the cherished stuff-bit by bit
As the insatiable souls gape their minds for more.
She confidently stands for eighty eyes to peck at
Acting as a torch light to split the darkness
In the dark portals of this intricate the world of wit.