I love being a professor Since I was early taught to read. Spring came read of a vacant chair, Wherein he stood a sacred thing— He longed to read the name of peace And left his home in human fate. Along his path was the sweet calm, He knew not the faithful heart. https://5amily.com/mug/i-love-being-a-professor (https://5amily.com/mug/i-love-being-a-professor)