I am glad I was your teacher

　　Though you troubled me through and through

　　You split the chalk and broke the glass

　　And I made you kneel down too

　　But now that the year is almost gone

　　And the holidays are near

　　I am surprised most of all coz

　　I can‘t believe the end is here

　　Next term you will be older

　　Whether wiser- I am not sure

　　Some other class teacher will face it all

　　How well – I do not know.

　　I remember all the fun we had

　　I am sure you remember too

　　All the pranks and the spanks

　　But we managed to get through

　　I can’t believe the end is here

　　You will all be sorely missed

　　And I hate to see you go

　　‘Coz you’ll are very special kids.

　　Children of an Unfair God

　　Mama， please don‘t hurt me anymore

　　I am only little， just about four

　　Don’t wake me up from my deep sleep

　　Don‘t take me to work； why can’t it keep？

　　Can‘t you send me to school？

　　Like the neighbourhood kids

　　Can’t I learn to read and browse through books？

　　‘No you can’t‘， says the mother

　　Dragging her child away

　　You must go to work

　　To keep hunger at bay

　　Five children have we to keep and to feed

　　How can you think about so much sleep？