February 16, 2026
And the classroom sang,
we must follow order now.
Order is the way.
Our teacher’s vanished!
We must make our own order.
Order is the way.
Library in flames!
Stop, drop, roll; but teacher’s gone.
We must make order.
Ouch! It’s burning! Ouch!
We need order; stop, drop, roll?
No; the teacher’s gone.
Colored pens I’ve stacked!
Write with them you never could.
Ink outweighs pen-ship.
I had the most hands!
In poems, grades worst were yours.
Counts outweigh the grade.
But looks I have most!
Yet red rules you break too much!
Looks outweigh the codes.
Look I sing the best!
But your singing means nothing.
Song outweighs substance.
Under desks crawl-hide.
Lock the doors and close windows.
Order has been set.
…
How does fire burn?
Examine heat; the question.
Don’t say fire burns.
Fire doesn’t burn,
’til we know how fire burns.
Library in flames.
Study burning gold.
Wood burns easy, study that!
Study burning skin.
The fire inspect.
Gather ashes, sniff and think!
Examine the smoke.
Peer that blood is red.
Dig into your lungs, don’t breathe.
Examine the bone.
Take away their lunch!
Because, they said fire burns.
Put them in timeout.
They won’t burn the code.
They can’t say that fire burns.
Make our teacher proud.
Insults not allowed.
Help you need, tight hug you’ll get,
you’re not really burned.
New order we need.
What shall we decide next time?
What outweighs the top?
…
Credit goes to me!
I discovered fire burns.
More hands come to me.
Notes for the burnt book!
We have truly learned something:
fire burns really.
What to study now?
Snatch crayons; grab the rulers.
Ask: is water wet?
Pose more questions quick!
Tell: is poison poisonous?
Don’t say poisonous.
Warning that it burns,
next let’s label fire’s hot.
Who will do that task?
Assign it clearly.
When wood notice becomes ash,
who will be to blame?
Reassign the task.
If grass letters scatter blown,
we’ve maintained order.
When the fire burns,
please don’t guilt the flames or wood.
Please apologize.
Make our teacher proud,
we’ve maintained the order here.
Library in flames.
…
Oh my precious kids!
How you make me laugh today:
fire always burns.
You’re all black and red.
The school is almost ashes,
but will love teach you?
Make a little room
hold hands, put the fire out.
See! I knew you could.
You’re the precious kids.
And you’ll douse the biggest flames.
Always knew you could.
In Love,
Autism Librarian
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