Librarian

The person in my primary schooling that I look back on with the most affection is my elementary school librarian. She would have us write stories, or scare us with ghost stories told in the dark. She was always patient with us and did a lot of interesting things most teachers wouldn't. She also taught us, a bunch of 6,7,8 year olds, this song:

The Worms Crawl In
Never laugh when a hearse goes by
Or you will be the next to die
They'll wrap you in a big white sheet
And bury you down about six feet deep
Then again in about a week....

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
A big green worm with bulging eyes crawls in your stomach
and out your thighs
Your stomach turns a glossy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead.