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Day 8 – Teacher, Teacher

It’s not the soundest pedagogy
But what a neat little device
To extort a child’s psychology
By dangling his worst vice

Of our unscrupulous ways
We are not at all ashamed
More than privilege, more than praise
We see our wild ones tamed

With the procurement of the sweet stuff
Those sugary little perks
No upright youngster could rebuff
And for its earning works

But I confess, not least among
The candy fiends is me
I’ve not forgot, when I was young
My passionate decree:

“When I am grown I’ll have free reign
To eat all I desire!”
And when I’m too fat to inspire the brain
I simply will retire.

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