• We laughed easily
    Chatting noisily and always
    Grinning when she would snap
    Declaring us the worst she'd taught
    "Disrespectful ungracious brutes!"
    Was an often heard wheeze in the hall
    Outside of the Crabapple's room.

    Once, inexplicably, we came to class
    And instead of old wrinkled Crabapp,
    Sat a smiling little blonde in a pink cardigan.
    Something was wrong,
    Old Apple never took sickdays.
    Worried, we lingered after
    Asked, and were sweetly told
    That Miss Crabapple had passed away,
    I'm sorry.

    We still laughed easily
    But it was always a smidge quieter
    Than it'd ever been before.
    The new teach disgusted us
    With her candy coated bull
    Her "Love of students and their creativity!"
    At least Crabapple didn't think that innovation
    Was a disease that needed curing.

    We had a great idea for Earth Day that year
    And now we hear great stories
    From our own kids about
    The people that meet, and laugh
    Perhaps too loudly
    Under the Crabapple Tree.