'Forty two kids'
Submitted to Sing Out way back in the '60s by Earl Robinson, attributed to an anonymous teacher in Arkansas:-

Some people say a teacher is made out of steel,
But a teacher's made out of stuff that can feel,
A mind and a body and a tortured soul
The ability to teach the shy and the bold

I teach forty two kids and what do I get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Peter don't you call me to that Golden Gate,
I owe my soul to the youth of the state.

I was born one morning it was cloudy and cool,
I picked up my register and walked to the school,
I entered forty-two names on my class roll,
And the Super said ' Well bless my soul'

I teach 42 kids and what do I get,
Another day older and deeper in debt,
St Peter don't you call me to the Heavenly Shore
I've got 42 students and they're sending me more.

There's a child on every seat from wall to wall,
If they send any more they'll have to stand in the hall,
They're breathing down my neck and treading on my toes
They're telling me their joys and I'm sharing all their woes

Chorus as after verse 1

Well the bell rings at four but my bed's not made
I still have all of these papers to grade
The faculty meets at seven they say
And tomorrow ther's a meeting of the PTA

I teach 42 kids and what do I get,
Younger in heart and nothing to regret,
St Peter don't you call me 'cos I can't leave here
I'll have 42 kids again next year!

Give or take the odd word, thats it.

I used to sing a slightly abbreviated version which I anglicised a bit for UK audiences.

To quote Bob Copper 'Jolly good song, jolly well sung, jolly good company! Give the old beggar some beer!

FC