T’was the night before the board meeting and all through the city
Was a bunch of teachers that need a lot of pity
No transparency, no fairness, no fun, oh my
What happened to honesty and looking people in the eye?
Evaluations, PDs, and meetings
What happened to a smile and season greetings
So who is at fault for our big mess?
I bet you can make an informed guess.
It starts at the top where it is really bad
Teachers want to teach and can’t, that is sad
Principals and their elves don’t have a clue
They would be better off asking a reindeer what to do
The union is no help as we approach the New Year
They don’t know what it is like to teach in fear
Please Santa just give us all one big gift
Load a boat with Wisconsin Avenue and set it adrift
So what is the answer to all that we ask?
Just have the queen put on a Harry Whittaker mask
Students used to have manners and goals to share
But today all we see is underwear
Teachers, 2013 will soon be here
Hopefully there is a sale on ice cold beer
Teachers keep battling and hope Saint Nick
Can pull off a much needed magical trick
We need someone to lead us out of this mess
New union leaders and not someone wearing a North Carolina dress
Wondering when I had time to write all of this down
It was during a PD when we all wear a frown
My lasting wish as I sit in this room
Is for all of Wisconsin street to ride off on an O’Cedar broom
Merry Christmas to all…and to all good luck!