U N I T Y
P A R E N T and T E A C H E R
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 and the tools he used
Were books, music, and art
The other a parent who worked
With a gentle and loving heart
Day after day the teacher toiled
With touch that was deft and sure
While the parent labored by his side
And polished and smoothed it over
Until at last their task was done
They were proud of what they had wrought
For the things they had molded into the child
Could never be sold or bought
But each agreed he would have failed
If he had worked alone
But behind the teacher stood the school
And behind the parent the home