Professor in da Harvard
In the land of Harvard, where knowledge reigns supreme,
Where students come from far and wide to pursue their dreams,
There lived a professor, with a passion so strong,
For teaching and learning, he could go on and on.
With each lecture he gave, he spoke with great zeal,
His words were like honey, so sweet you could feel,
The knowledge he imparted, with such great care,
Was like a treasure trove, so precious and rare.
And yet, with all his wisdom, he knew he was flawed,
For he was but human, with his own set of laws,
He laughed at himself, and at the world around,
For irony was his forte, his feet firmly on the ground.
He spoke of love and loss, of joy and pain,
Of war and peace, of sunshine and rain,
His words were like a symphony, so beautiful and grand,
That students would sit for hours, enthralled and in demand.
And so, the professor continued to teach,
With passion and fervor, beyond anyone’s reach,
For he knew that knowledge was the key,
To unlocking the world’s greatest mystery.
And when he reached the end of his tale,
He would start over again, without fail,
For his love of teaching knew no bounds,
And he would continue to spread knowledge around.
So, if you ever find yourself in Harvard’s halls,
Listen carefully to the professor’s calls,
For his words are like magic, so full of grace,
And they will leave an impression, time cannot erase.