ABSTRACT
https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781315856315/0bf0a1e6-8a2d-4cb2-81bc-6ecb2cfe9c7b/content/man_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> Pushing My Buttons I pushed the little button, to summon the elevator Since I was in a hurry, I needed it sooner, not later I waited and waited and waited for the elevator to arrive I pushed the button once then twice—then three times, four times, five But it never did arrive, you see, and so I took the stairs A better source of exercise for anyone who dares And then I got to thinking of the students in my class Pushing my buttons every day, pushing hard and fast And there I go reacting, and their “elevator” arrives They’re riding up, they’re riding down, and I’m the one with hives I wonder if I stopped “arriving,” if they’d have to take the stairs I could silence their conniving—the answer to my prayers! And so I’ll start tomorrow, my buttons I will hide And when they see I won’t react, another they’ll try to ride So here’s advice to all of you, the teachers who react Don’t let them know your buttons work They’ll stop pushing—that’s a fact!
