An educator one spring day
From the "grind of toil" wished to run away.

Swiftly he went in his faithfully Ford,
With a camp outfit on the running board.

From the county seat to Buffalo Gap,
He quickly drove without a mishap.

'I'll quit this pike right soon," said he,
"Already I've passed schoolhouses three."

A few miles south he drove,
Then let his Ford toward the mountain rove.

"'Tis sure I'll see up here," he mused,
"No building for a schoolhouse used."

Musing, soliloquizing, on he sped,
Looking at naught but the road ahead.

A few miles, and, with a choking flop,
His "Henry Liz" slowed down to a stop.

"I can't make her go! I've used every tool!
But thankful I am, away from school."

At this instant he heard a sound
That made him faint and fall to the ground.

'Taws the sound of school children at play,
The noise from which he had run away.

When he came to himself, he cried, "let me pass!"
But a schoolboy said, :Why, you're out of gas."

"Come visit our school the rest of the day-
Watch us work and help us play."

Unsmilingly, the man agreed to stay
Till needed help should come his way.

Marbles, and tops, and basketball,
With other games -he watched them all.

He noted the house, unpretentious and neat,
Skillfully built of smooth concrete.

He counted the children all at play-
"Why, more than a score came up this way."

The bell rang; the man too marched inside,
Forgetting his interrupted ride.

The work from which he had run away.
At Mountain View he had found play.

He found a teacher who loved her work,
And pupils who none of their duties shirked.

He listened to lessons from grades one to seven,
"And one teacher to do it all, 'Good heavens'!"

But tasks were accomplished, lessons learned,
And pupils received the praise they earned.

Good order prevailed, for all were content -
All this he noted before he went.

"And ideal school." he said, and more."
Too soon arrived the hour of four.

This school is Tuscola, Number Two,
For its location, called "Mountain View."

It bears another name and deserves it not,
Called by the envious plain "Possum Trot."