Or as Terry Pratchett and Steeleye Span put it :"Band of teachers, looked like tinkersSold invisible thingsAlways skintAfter they sold what they hadStill had it, they sold what everyone neededBut often didn't wantKey to the universe, a precious tokenSold to those unaware it was lockedKept apart from all other travelersWith their ragged clothesAnd strange square hatsSleeping under cold cold starsOn the moor and deep in snowHeading for a land too farSee the band of teachers goBright colored tents and patchwork boothsHitched on the commonOut of the wayPatrolled by young apprentice teachersLookin for listeners, who didn't want to payTeachers of math were counting starsAstronomers measured, what they couldLiterary teachers named each oneGeography teachers, lost in the wood"
Richard Greenhough ● 318d