those schoolgirl days
of telling tales
and biting nails are gone
but in my mind
I know that
we 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
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