It’s hard to fathom,

How a mere phantom

Without a rare ransom

Can change an entire kingdom.

Confined in four-cornered rooms,

There a person of great calling looms,

One that has spent many moons

Perfecting how to wield the monsoons.

Possessing a power so great

Yet afforded many a silent defeat

In the streets of splits and great feat

So, how can we not entreat?

A book, a board, and a box of chalks

 Brings us into a journey like Jack climbing the Beanstalk;

 He or she is not one to tall talk,

                                                     Instead he or she walks the talk.                 

Magic in his or her fingertips,

Wizardry in his or her eyes and lips,

Nobility with no splits or slips,

Integrity without any dips.

By: MRS. NORALYN G. AGBAY |TEACHER I | BATAAN NATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL | BALANGA CITY, BATAAN