Sunday 1 May 2016

Mrs White

Mrs White 

"Thank you for inspiring my son"
Ma maw wrote tae Mrs White
But ma maw didnae ken
There were twa Mrs Whites

Guid Mrs White
Read braw stories on Friday
And did aw the voices
And kent bits o science

Jist flooer science, mind ye
No space or rockets
But it wis mairn maist teachers
Except the heidmaister

The ither Mrs White
Gied ye big stupit rows
If ye watched ITV
But no Ivanhoe.

You don't watch Ivanhoe?
Find Sir Walter Scott a bit beneath you?
Well, Mr White doesn't.

She wis like Jerry the moose
Wha ance drank this ginger
And turnt intae a monster
That Tom Cat wis feart o

And she'd turn back
And be awfy nice
And dae some flooer science
Then go aff her heid

Not one of you children
Has written in their diaries
That the coltsfoot is now in bloom!

Ah made a wee licht
Wi wire and a battery
And shawed Mrs White
Because it wis science

And she said Ah wis clever
And Mr White wis a teacher
Ah could gang tae her hoose
And he'd shaw me mair lichts.

Ah wisnae that keen
Tae gang tae her hoose
So Ah tellt Mrs White
"Oh I might have a book"
Moose

Ginger

Monster

Ew Eh meght hev eh book!
Eh'm tew hegh end meghty
Tew talk tew a person, Eh've got a book!

She went on and on
But it didnae stap there
Efter weeks and weeks
Anither teacher cam in

Here's a boy, Mrs Glenmoor, 
Who when you offer him the chance
To meet a teacher from the big school
Says, "Ew, Eh meght hev a book!"
What sort of person
Would rather look at a book
Than talk to a person?

And Ah wished it was Star Trek
And Scotty wid beam me
Or Ah wis the Blue Peter tortoise
And could hide in ma jumper

Ah couldnae be like whit
Mrs White must hae been
When she was a lassie
Wi jist Ivanhoe

And fillin her diary
Wi the coltsfoot in bloom
And no feart tae gang
Tae her auld teacher's hoose

Oh mother, Ivanhoe is finished
And it's just that awful Thunderbirds
So I'm off to my teacher's house
To learn about lights
From her husband from the big school
And I'll make sure I look
To see if the coltsfoot is now in bloom.

And nane o her stories
Were as excitin as Batman
And nane o her flooer science
Wis as guid as ma book

But efter aw that
-Ye micht no believe me-
Ma maist favourite teacher
Wis guid Mrs White.