To Sir, with love

Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try
If you wanted the sky,
I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high:
"To Sir, With Love"
The time [bad word] For closing books; and long last looks must end
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend
friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn
But -- what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon,
I would try to make a start . . . but I
Would rather you let me give my heart
To Sir, With Love