The Teachers Child

See the squeaking of the child,
I think he's angry at the wild.

He finds it hard to see the ace,
Overshadowed by the tiny suitcase.

Who is that looking near the eagle?
I think she'd like to eat the speagle.

She is but a caring student,
Admired as she sits upon a rodent.

Her intelligent car is just a spouse,
It needs no gas, it runs on tree house.

She's not alone she brings a box,
a pet rabbit, and lots of sox.

The rabbit likes to chase a deer,
Especially one that's in the rear.

The child shudders at the nocturnal cheese
He want to leave but she wants the keys.