My Teacher's Rod
Thin like a smallish serpent,
Yellowish and paly long,
Created for us all to repent ,
Of our sausy tongue.
It's whips so horrible,
For a disobedient mind.
It's strokes do terrible,
Than a tiger's bite kind.
Your whips make us cry,
As your strokes reach our back,
Just because we always try,
To emulate a goat's track.
Oh!, Teach me to learn so,
I can rebel my teacher's rod.
Williams Emmanuel
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