who treats her students as her very own.
And if she'd dress her age she might seem old,
but she's so hip she lets them text her phone.
She wears her hair up in a messy do--
it's red and rich, and wild as a bee.
And though her skin is fair and her eyes blue,
"her" people aren't just those that look like she.
She knows that line is right though some wonder--
her language skillz are second to no one.
These lines filled up and went by like a blur--
with so much left to say, we're almost done.
The three of us (we'll tell you later who) just wrote a birthday poem 'cuz we love you.
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