WHICH TEACHER ARE YOU? I stumbled across a poem I would like to share

FLOWERS ARE RED

The little boy went to the first day of school

He got some crayons and started to draw

He put colors all over the paper

For colors is what he saw

And the teacher said….. What are you doing young man?

I’m painting flowers, he said

She said… It’s not time for art young man

And anyway flowers are green and red

There’s a time for everything young man

And a way it should be done

You’ve got to show concern for everyone else

For you’re not the only one

And she said…

Flowers are red young man

Green leaves are green

There’s no need to see flowers any other way

Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said…

There are so many colors in the rainbow

So many colors in the morning sun

So many colors in a flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said… You’re sassy

There’s ways that things should be

And you’ll paint flowers the way they are

So repeat after me….

And she said….

Flowers are red young man

Green leaves are green

There’s no need to see flowers any other way

Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said…

There are so many colors to the rainbow

So many colors in the morning sun

So many colors in a flower

And I see every one

The teacher put him in the corner

She said… it’s for your own good

And you won’t come out ‘til you get it right

And all responding like you should

Well finally he got lonely

Frightened thoughts filled his head

And he went up to the teacher

And this is what he said….. And he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green

There’s no need to see flowers any other way

Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does

And they moved to another town

And the little boy went to another school

And this is what he found

The teacher there was smiling’

She said…. Painting should be fun

And there are so many colors in a flower

So let’s use every one

But that little boy painted flowers

In neat rows of green and red

And when the teacher asked him why

This is what he said….and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green

There’s no need to see flowers any other way

Than the way they have always have been seen

By Harry Chapin, “Living Room Suit” Album Contributed by Judy Van Voorhis