The Kaldron . It ^tufcenta She sweeps in like the moon goddess, And has never studied Her lessons; And when I flunk her I feel that I am flunking Diana. I have great faith in this boy— He makes me think of mountains. Every now and then He looms in the rear of the room Like a peak in the Andes; But how would you like to teach A peak in the-Andes? Sometimes I have nervous moments— There is a girl who looks at me strangely As much as to say, You are a young man And I am a young woman And what are you going to do about it? And I look at her as much as to say, I am going to keep the teachers desk b
The Kaldron . It ^tufcenta She sweeps in like the moon goddess, And has never studied Her lessons; And when I flunk her I feel that I am flunking Diana. I have great faith in this boy— He makes me think of mountains. Every now and then He looms in the rear of the room Like a peak in the Andes; But how would you like to teach A peak in the-Andes? Sometimes I have nervous moments— There is a girl who looks at me strangely As much as to say, You are a young man And I am a young woman And what are you going to do about it? And I look at her as much as to say, I am going to keep the teachers desk between us, my dear, As long as I can. Thirty-eight.
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