Now a teachers duty is as defined to blossom her students who lag far behind She’s done everything to be good and kind but what to do when it snaps her mind
Out of the classroom lies a flower bed but sadly most flowers are winding up dead but what to do if those blooms wont grow better pull out the weeds coming from below
In Cheerielle’s garden As her emotions harden Will any pony escape Or will they meet their fate
Now Cheerilee’s garden is full of weeds They overtake her flowers, like tiny thieves There’s applebloom, sweetie belle, and scootaloo Snips and Snails will meet their end too
Will you root for tiara and silver spoons fate Will you just sit back and watch our play Will you continue reading something rotten Will you bare the pain or push the button
In Cheerielle’s garden As her emotions harden Will any pony escape Or will they meet their fate
As you watch this play come to a close. Pray you aren’t a weed and are the rose Play close attention as your teacher speaks or beware those tears flowing down your cheeks
In Cheerielle’s garden As her emotions harden Will any pony escape Or will they meet their fate