Poem to All Teachers

by Eliza Brooks

Teacher, Teacher, teach us things.

Teach us 'bout big things with wings.

Teacher, Teacher, teach us Math;

Help us on that spiky path.

Teacher, teach us History.

History was a mystery.

Teacher, come; teach us a sum!

Boy! Now we're not so dumb!

Silly Sally Scratch-A-Lot

by Eliza Brooks

Silly Sally Scratch-A-Lot,

Scratched herself till she was hot.

She scratched herself till she was red;

her scratching woke up those in bed.

She scratched and scratched and scratched herself,

till we just put her on a shelf.

So if you come to visit us,

Please plug your ears, don't hear her cuss.

She doesn't like it on that shelf,

But she never will stop scratching herself.