Colonel Walterhouse was such a dear
However, he's no longer with us here
In green uniform he was often clad
We hardly ever saw him mad
Gray, white hair and a balding crown
His frown was always upside down
With many gestures he taught his class
He'd stare at us and blink real fast
He let his students run the battalion
He was really laidback, we all had that in common
He had a whole team in his dedication
I don't think he ever took a vacation
He retired and left us with someone new
Our favorite teacher- we only like a few
And even though our voices are as small as a mouse
We are all crying out,"Come back, Colonel Walterhouse."
Please tell me what you think
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i remember this poem. you read it to me and i thought it was sweet.
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I like it
its lovely.
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