Cooperation 

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 she used

Were books, music and art;

One, a parent, who worked with a

Guiding hand, and a gentle, loving heart.

 

Day after day the teacher toiled,

With touch that was deft and sure.

While the parent labored by his/her 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 neither be sold nor bought.

 

And each agreed that he/she would have failed

If he/she had worked alone,

For behind the teacher stood the school,