And watched two sculptors there
The clay they used was a young Childs mind
And fashioned it with care
One was a teacher - the tools she used
Were books music and art
The other, a parent, worked with a guiding band
And a gentle loving heart
Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch
That was deft and sure
While the parent stood alongside
And polished an' smoothed it o'er
And when their task was done
They were proud of what they had wrought
For the things they had moulded into the child
Could neither be sold nor bought
And each agreed that they would have failed
If each had worked alone
For behind the parent stood the school
And behind the teacher the home.
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