It’s the best job in the world, even in hard times
When your child is unhappy, there’s always a sign
Quieter than usual or shouting out loud
You’ll always know when they’re under a cloud
Bullied at school, or breaking the rules?
There’s a note in the schoolbag, they’re playing it cool
But the younger one shouts, she’s been in trouble
The elder looks innocent and starts to bubble
‘It wasn’t me mum, I promise
It was that bitch Jenna, she’s really horrid
She threw a bit paper at the teacher
And blamed it on me cos I was nearer
I was sent out the class for being naughty
With one hundred lines, saying I won’t be haughty’
When I saw the teacher, I raised my concern
that my girl has being bullied for most of the term
It was addressed by the head in her usual way
to avoid making things worse, at the end of the day
When I saw this wee lassie, I wanted to say
‘Ya little bitch,’ but I just walked away
For I knew it would worsen for my little girl
Who still had to go every day to school
I wouldn’t’ be a teacher for a million pounds
I don’t have the patience enough to go round
So hats off to teachers, they’re super heroes
Who treasure our children when we’re not with them