To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

I just thought that I would update you all on my job status...

            I am a doctor.  I put my hand on foreheads that are too hot to do math today.

            I am a dentist.  I examine braces that are too tight to do math today too.

            I am a taxi service. I make sure all seatbelts are buckled on the way to the pumpkin patch, the firehouse, the zoo, the airport, the hospital, and the farm to see the new baby pigs.

            I am an actor.  Learning your times tables can be fun.

            I am a mom. I clean up throw-up.

            I am a detective.  I know whose paper it is where there is no name on it.

            I am a decorator.  I wallpaper in yellow butcher paper.  I accent with green beanbag.

            I am a repairman.  I know how to put cardboard under a desk leg so it won’t wobble. I can remove the thirteen staples that have just turned into one after being pounded in the stapler. I mend bruised feelings and bicycle chains and broken shoelaces.

            I am a librarian.  I know exactly where the book with the great white shark on the cover is in the library.

            I am a coat rack.  I hold sweaters so you can slide, lunch money so you can slide, and glasses so you can slide some more.

            I am an electrician. I can make circuits that are parallel and circuits in series if I study the drawing in the teacher’s manual at recess right before the kids come in.

            I am an athlete.  I can run to the bathroom and back in two minutes.

            I am a mailman. I send home important newsletters about school photos so that your mom can call me and ask why she never heard about Picture Day.

            I am a musician.  I can play both parts to “Heart and Soul.”

            I am a mathematician.  I know that 32 kids – Brian = easier day.

            I am a businessman. I loan money for lunch at a reasonable interest rater.

-Written by Phillip Done in his book 32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny