"Is this spot poop or is it chocolate?"
The young children's teacher thought to herself
as she held her shirt under the faucet
and took down a towel from on the shelf.
She smiled as she wiped this mystery spot,
and grinned as she cleaned up the mess they'd made.
It was not about the work that she thought,
but rather the fun they'd had as they played.
Sometimes it was chocolate, sometimes poop,
but every day was an adventure.
Sometimes this classroom was more like a coop,
but still every day was a treasure.
Sometimes she did moan, and sometimes she frowned,
but a love of the job kept her around.
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