Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales
And biting nails
Are gone

But in my mind I know
They will still live on and on

But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you
From crayons to perfume?

It isn't easy, but I'll try

If you wanted the sky
I would write across the sky
In letters that would soar
A thousand feet high

'To Sir, With Love'

The time has come
For closing books
And long last looks
Must end

And as I leave
I know that
I am leaving my best friend

A friend who taught me
Right from wrong
And weak from strong
That's a lot to learn,
But what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon
I would try to make a start
But I would rather
You let me give my heart

'To Sir, With Love'