My first grade teacher was a strange little creature
Miz Strabizmiz was her name
The most unusual feature about this grade school preacher
Was her eyes were not the same.
One looked right with the other out of sight
Sometimes spinning round and round
She caused a fright; you’d guess she might,
When glancing all around.
We never got away with illicit play
When Miz Strabizmiz watched the bounds
We tried our way but she always had her say
‘Cause she saw the whole school grounds!
A fine old girl, despite eyes aswirl
None better could be found
She adored the girls; their pretty little curls
The boys she loved to have around.
She taught me lots; aye, all us tots
Learned much from what she said
Yes, all I’ve got is based on what
She pounded in my head.
I think she’s gone; she wasn’t very strong,
On up in years back then
But I’d be wrong if I said her song
Hadn’t led me where I’ve been.
So now I must treat her memory just
Teach others what she knew
For if I was to let her theories rust
She’d cast eyes down on you know who.
TC, 1985
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