So, I'm the first one in again, With the quiet and the window growing snow, When I hear the furnace rouse itself From its slumber, somehow suddenly I know, As my eye stops on one curled up in my lesson plan That I'm just your little ampersand. When your voice springs from the intercom With announcements, and reminders, and a prayer, I remember how you made me feel, I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare, But like the jokes about my figure Kids think that I don't understand I know I'm just your little ampersand After christmas holiday You never asked to drive me home again Sometimes in the staff room I Catch your eye with "why'd it have to end," But I know from how you worry at your wedding band That I'm just your little ampersand At the last conjunction after every other and I was just your little ampersand