About two weeks ago, I was followed on Twitter by a fourth-grade class in Ireland. Their teacher, “Mister Russell,” I’ve learned is an advocate of using art to teach the more traditional academic subjects. That includes a hefty dose of poetry.
When I did my twitter follower drawing last week, I was honestly a little disappointed that his class – among the re-tweeters – didn’t win. As such, I decided that they needed a doodle anyway since their teacher and I share a passion for art and poetry. And, of course, I felt that meant that they needed a poem about their class.
You can go check out their classroom online.
Mister Russell’s Class
You like to boast and brag a lot
about the teachers that you’ve got,
but you’re just jealous that you’re not
In Mister Russell’s class.You study math and spelling too
until your face turns greenish-blue.
That’s not the kind of things we do
In Mister Russell’s class.He teaches math, like: minus, plus,
divide, and multiply to us
while wrestling an octopus
In Mister Russell’s class.He played the djembe, taught crochet,
and showed us how much monkeys weigh,
then took us into space today
In Mister Russell’s class!And oh, the poetry he read
while balancing upon his head!
Now don’t you wish you were instead
In Mister Russell’s class?He makes all learning feel like play.
We’re sad we’ll graduate someday.
We think we’ll fail so we can stay
In Mister Russell’s Class!
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