This is a strange tale to tell,
But memories of which is sure to ring a bell,

What was it in our school with maths and sirs,
We had three such musketeers,

Sir Gupta was the first of them,
Who sure caused a lot of mayhem,
Not that he was totally to blame,
Stuck amongst convent girls domain,

Then came sir Agarwal,
Who had his peculiar accent and drawl,
I do recall being thrown out of class,
And it was his first day with us alas!

Then there was sir Chettri for a while,
With his curly locks and timid smile,
The girls sure took him for a ride,
A welcome respite after strict sir Agarwal’s chide,

So goes the tale of the sirs in our school,
In an ocean of memories an interesting spherule…