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Ode to Hilary

In just nine months of torture
And that from us, not you,
You've taught us all so very much,
And time has passed, nay, flew.

You taught us simple BODMAS
Back then, we were all green,
If we just knew th'advantages
Of MEDIAN, MODE and MEAN.

OGIVE us GRAPHS and 'T'-TESTS
And BASIC ALGEBRA
We laughed when poor old Simon
Did get it right, 'Horrah'!

To DEVIATE from STANDARD,
Or DISTRIBUTE the NORM,
You could put that another way
And then try STANDARD FORM.

The brothers, namely Rodgers,
One smart, one smarter still,
Could easily have taken o'er
From our pet teacher, 'Hil'

There are CHARTS that feed and water,
That's PIE and BAR to you
And then there's all that 'Double Dutch'
Like ZIGMA, THIGH and MEW.

And who could forget Robert
Cracking knuckles and some jokes,
But to get a homework from him,
You really had to coax.

The PROBABILITY of passing
Or getting a high mark,
Is SIGNIFICANTLY higher
If we would heed and hark.

And then there's quiet Colin,
He never said a word......
I wouldn't really believe that,
In fact, it's quite absurd.

Your Tuesday 'Access' students,
If they get a degree,
Will treasure all those mornings
They spent with 'Hilary'.

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