Teachers (2011 Choral Speaking Script/Lyrics)

Um ba ba (x10)

Recess time is up! (x2)

Faster everyone! Cikgu Hanif is coming!

Whoever goes into the class later than me will get a ‘swing’!

Run! Run!

Boys and girls,

Can you remember all of your teachers?

Well, good teachers, funny teachers or special teachers?

Today,

We stand here, to talk about our teachers.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Guys, listen!

Teachers,

Are the burning candles that light our life,

The sunshine after the rain,

The wind beneath our wings.

They are our coaches,

Our fathers

Our mothers,

Our friends,

Our everything!

Hello, Joe, SPM result just came out.

My son gets 10 As!

Really?

Yes!

Because of who?

Our teachers!

From kindergarten to primary school,

From secondary school to the college.

There is always someone behind these stages.

Who?

Our teachers!

A school without teachers is not a school.

And, we, without our teachers, are going to be fools!

No teachers, no knowledge,

No knowledge, no privilege,

No privilege, there’ll be outrage!

Ring, ring,

Hello, Mr Ng, wah.....

My son scored straight As,

Thank you, thank you!

Ring, ring,

Hello, Mr Ng,

My daughter, Siti, is so fragile.

Please always take care of her ya.....

Ring, ring,

Hello, Mr Ng, wah.....

Your cikgu ah, dare to give my son ‘kueh tiaw’!

Ring, ring, Mr Ng,

Ring, ring, Mr Ng,

Mr Ng, Mr Ng, Mr Ng, Mr Ng!

Ring, ring, Mr Ng,

Ring, ring, Mr Ng,

Mr Ng, Mr Ng, Mr Ng, Mr Ng!

  

[Mr Ng says]

I, will not give up.

I, will make this school the top.

Teachers, teachers, teachers.

They come in many styles, like this.....

[Individual actions]

Guys, who is that new teacher in that new car?

Who else, Cikgu Thomas!

The slim and tall teacher?

Cikgu Azmi!

The funny teacher?

Cikgu Huang!

The pretty teacher?

Cikgu Nik Mazira!

The handsome teacher? Ooh.....

Girls, a, a, a.....

Jealous.....

Teacher says,

Teacher goes,

Teacher smiles,

Teacher knows.

No teachers, no careers,

No careers, no futures.

I want to be an engineer,

I want to be a doctor,

I want to be a lawyer,

I want to be a minister,

I want to be a billionaire,

And, I want to be a professional dancer.

A dream will remain a dream,

It will not be realized without our teachers.

Really?

Yes.....

No matter how much or how little teachers have done,

They always deserve our respects.

Teachers,

Are the ones who paint our minds,

And guide our thoughts,

Share our achievements,

And advise our faults.

For the dawn of each poet,

Each philosopher and king,

Begins with a teacher,

And the wisdom they bring.

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