Concentrated English at the Modern School.

It made you sit up straight and crystallize
Those wriggling things into butterflies,
That inevitably entered your cavities
In his presence.

So you focused what you could attentively tune,
As he spoke to the class, but you thought only to you,
About how you were not to be taught by the spoon
In his lessons.

And in time you agreed that his methods were sound,
As you learned more than all of the others around,
And realized you were one of the lucky who found
The one and only Mr. Evans.