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.