Should I really focus on algebra?
You're more pleasant and intricate.
You can profess me and my peers.

I've never heard synthing that cheers.
I've never heard singing so delicate.
To sweet melody flutters my vertebra.

I admit this, my Sweet Teacher.
It took many thoughts, many sights.
You may have lost the walking rights.
Yet your smile makes my day brighter.

It won't be true 'cause I'm younger.
It won't because you're not real light.
But in seeing you there's always delight.
And surely than all your hands are softer.