My teacher is,

Just like an elevator.

Standing in the hallway,

I press the small,

Up button, and,

A little light comes on.

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

I slam shut my locker,

And I take off down the hall,

I run into the classroom as,

The bell begins to toll.

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

Then the door slides open,

I step inside and turn,

Only to see, that,

All the buttons, have been pushed.

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

My teacher,

Starts to glare at me,

And then,

She starts to yell.

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

It stops at every floor, oh,

It goes so very slow,

By the time I get there,

Think I’ll be eighty-four.

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

My teacher is blinded by anger,

‘Cause I was late today,

Or is that the real reason that,

She is this irate?

Why must people,

Play these games,

And push,

All the buttons?

When I get on,

I feel so wronged,

That this,

Should take so long.

My teacher cannot help herself,

This I am, sure of,

‘Cause all day long, they poke and prod,

‘Til she just must explode.

When my class starts,

She’s done been through,

Enough to last,

A lifetime.

When my class begins,

At the end of the day,

Her buttons have,

Already been pushed.

So I,

Must endure,

All her anger,

And pent up frustration.

My teacher is,

Just like an elevator.