"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; the tools she used
Were books, music, play and art;
One was a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving HEART.

And when at last their work 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.

And each agreed she would have failed
If she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school
And behind the teacher stood the home."

Author Unknown

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