I am the teacher’s favourite;
I know she loves me best.
And every day to prove it,
I put her to the test,
by racing ‘round the classroom,
by dashing down the stairs,
by tipping over paint pots,
by jumping on her chairs,
by hardly ever listening,
by playing with my ball,
by chewing up her homework,
by howling in the hall.
I never get in trouble,
despite how bad I get.
In case you haven’t guessed yet,
I am the teacher’s pet!
Poem © 2014 Rebecca Colby
Image © 2014 Heather Dickinson
I know she loves me best.
And every day to prove it,
I put her to the test,
by racing ‘round the classroom,
by dashing down the stairs,
by tipping over paint pots,
by jumping on her chairs,
by hardly ever listening,
by playing with my ball,
by chewing up her homework,
by howling in the hall.
I never get in trouble,
despite how bad I get.
In case you haven’t guessed yet,
I am the teacher’s pet!
Poem © 2014 Rebecca Colby
Image © 2014 Heather Dickinson
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