When I was young,
I always thought a Newton was a fig,
I found it was a man so good at doing trig,
and algebra and all math we once took,
ran out of problems he sat down to write a book.
the Mathies at Grand River with his gentle way,
at what he gets done within each working day.
has been a leader, always quite extraordinaire,
the process, all of us have whitened up his hair.
Think back on all those "Tairy Fales" and banjo-strumming tunes,
and Cabarets , on all Septembers and all Junes.
plaid Christmas jacket and the Twelve Days Christmas song,
table of awards as years have rolled along.
Math Awards Night, his idea and our gain,
your wallets please for the United Way Campaign.
on many thousand students, all touched by his care,
one knowing well there was a master teacher there.
you do inspire, now you're ready to retire, There
is no person more revered within this teaching game.
Love and wishes we now sing and our gratitude we bring.
All present here induct you to the Teacher Hall of Fame.
This husband, father, grandpa has a long and varied list,
he'll have some time to smell the roses if so wished.
and at fishing and at hockey he's a natch,
of his peanut brittle, it's a famous batch.
keep active, yet relax and maybe take a nap,
for those deadlines and that paperwork, this is a wrap.
has waited all this while and very patiently,
attained the status of your main priority.
Song For You by
Dave Mitchell and Heather Ferguson
(Personalized Songs for Special Events)
143 White Pine Cr.
Waterloo, ON N2V 1B3