(Verse 1) When I was a teacher, many years ago, In a classroom full of laughter, with kids all in a row. Animal day was coming, crafts were in the air, Every child was smiling, their creations everywhere. (Chorus) Oh, little Cor, with a twinkle in his eye, Asked me softly, with a little sigh, “Teacher, oh teacher, what’s the least amount of work?” He didn’t like the crafts, that little quirky quirk. (Verse 2) All the kids were busy, making animals with care, From lions to elephants, creatures everywhere. But Cor, my little thinker, wanted something light, A simple little task, just to get him through the night. (Chorus) Oh, little Cor, with a twinkle in his eye, Asked me softly, with a little sigh, “Teacher, oh teacher, what’s the least amount of work?” He didn’t like the crafts, that little quirky quirk. (Bridge) In that moment, I saw a spark, Creativity can be a gentle lark. For every child’s different, in how they play, And little Cor found his own way. (Chorus) Oh, little Cor, with a twinkle in his eye, Asked me softly, with a little sigh, “Teacher, oh teacher, what’s the least amount of work?” He didn’t like the crafts, that little quirky quirk. (Outro) So here’s to all the children, with their unique sparks, In classrooms and playgrounds, and in their little hearts. May they find their way, in their own special style, Just like little Cor, with his thoughtful smile. [Fade to silence]
