He wouldn’t let us eat him, or drink him during break
He never let us beat him, or bake him in a cake
But never once did we wish to cut off his legs
Or impale him on a stick
We wouldn’t dream of killing him, for fear of making him sick
He taught us how to act, had passion for plays
Knew all about the theatre, made us crave the stage
I think he understood us, like great teachers only could
And I think we understood him, like only mothers could
Now Adam’s in New Zealand, doing all of the same things
Encouraging students writing
And inspiring all their dreams.
Things In My Head 