There was once in skater br Who sat in the front of row number three, br He never once said much br I wouldn't ever classify him as a student as such, br He appeared much too carefree, br br I can't really remember the first time I really saw him br for what he was, br He looked like a skater, br br You know the type, br He had grungy grab on br And proudly wore his bad attitude, br br The only time he talked was when he talked back at you. br You just didn't seem to reach him to, br br You know, You can't tell what you saw in him, br Or what caused you to know, br But this man had a talented soul. br br His talent was hidden, br Oh yes this is true, br But his talent was truly there br No matter if his hair was blue, br br Over the course of two years, br I saw this young boy br Grow into a great man, br br This is truly greatest gift of teaching br Is seeing the students that you are reaching br br Get to such a lofy height.