We put our greatest treasures in your hands, And watch the yellow buses pull away, And turn back to the purposes and plans That tend to take up much of every day. How strange! Our scattered lives depend on trust. We give our children up into the care Of people we don't know because we must, Because to do our jobs we can't be there. How strange! For life to work we all must be Dependable and good at what we do. But children must be handled lovingly, And therefore we are grateful to have you. The work you do requires skill and art, But most of all it needs a loving heart.