  This is my class, I am teacher, you see; They stand in a row And listen to me; And never once Have I seen them try To whisper or laugh— They are very shy. I sometimes fear They will never do The nice little games When I ask them to: To keep good time, To march and to sing, And to whirl about In a pretty ring. But, then, I know They will always do Whatever they can When I ask them to.
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