By Cleo V. Swarat
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home!