My niece, Ellen DeSimone, is now in grade three and her teacher is named Mrs. Wyse. I made up a poem for Ellen to give her teacher.
A wise Mrs. Wyse
Said “Listen you guys!”
Cause I am now your teacher.
I’m wise and I’m smart
And if you do your part
You’ll be a Wyser creature.”
Is Mrs. Wyse too wise to let me visit her class?
I will have to ask and see.