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Welcome to Mrs. Garcia's Third Grade Class!


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 and music 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 worked 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.