"TEAMWORK DOES IT"
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher, the tools he used
Were books, music and art.
One was a parent who worked with a
Guiding hand and a gentle loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled
With a touch that was deft and sure;
While the parent labored by his side
And polished and smoothed it o'er.
And when at last their task was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought
For the things they had molded into the child
Could be neither sold or bought.
And each agreed that he would have failed
If he had worked alone.
For behind the teacher stood the school-
And behind the parent the home!