There's a cop He grew up in a boys home He never wants to see Anybody get hurt Every day There's a drop of corruption Makes it harder and harder To go back to work
Hay maestra She's got a big drafty classroom With torn up old books And thirty bags of need Every day She comes back for more She tries and she triumphs And she teaches kids to read
There's a staffer At a place full of kids They overwhelm and devour And energize Every day The music and the laughter Fill and empty her heart And brighten up her eyes
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