He wasn’t Mr Sand
He never stood a chance with us,
He wasn’t Mr Sand.
Mr Sand was smooth and smiley,
Mr Halt was tall and wiry.
Not one of us ever accidentally called him ‘Daddy’.
No one learned to sign his name with eyes closed.
There was no loopy ‘A’ which must have stood for something special.
Mr Halt had writing that was spiky.
He looked a bit like Jesus on the telly.
He loved Art, our walls filled up with colour.
We thought it made the room feel slightly colder.
He even let us use his special camera
but we were not drawn in.
And once he found a baby toad, and showed us.
He had a beard, we muffled our excitement.
He wasn’t Mr Sand, he couldn’t thaw us.
We passed his unkind nicknames on
to help his new class carry on.
His new class really tried hard not to like him,
But there was very little not to like.
And soon the room was feeling warm and bright.
They said he often smiled and even laughed,
And someone said that someone accidentally called him ‘Daddy’.