There was an exhausted teacher
Who thought she wasn't loud enough
For it seemed the class ignored her
Unless she was stern and gruff
One day she lost her voice
And develooped a hand signal
The day truly was choice
And the children didn't fiddle
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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