To Sir, With Love

Those schoolgirl days

Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone

But in my mind,

I know they will still live on and on

But how do you thank someone

Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?

It isn't easy, but I'll try

If you wanted the sky,

I would write across the sky in letters,

That would soar a thousand feet high:

"To Sir, With Love"

Those awkward years

Have hurried by. Why did they fly away?

Why is it, Sir,

Children grow up to be people one day?

What takes the place of climbing trees,

And dirty knees in the world outside?

What is there for you I can buy?

If you wanted the world,

I'd surround it with walls. I'd scrawl

In letters ten feet tall:

"To Sir, With Love"

The time has come

For closing books; and long last looks must end

And as I leave,

I know that I am leaving my best friend

A friend who taught me right from wrong,

And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn

What -- what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon,

I would try to make a start... But I

Would rather you let me give my heart

To Sir, With Love