In a land of chalk and larks where dreams could soar, there lived a man named John, with wonders to explore.

He loved to teach, inspire and reach, a heart so big it knew no breach.

Oh! The places they’d see, the things they’d decree, better schools for every child shall be!

Brothers by his side, they knew no tide, against wind and storm, they'd bravely guide.

In France they’d dance, in Rome they'd roam, expanding schools to make them home.

Resistance they’d meet, in settings discreet, but their hearts did thud with rhythmic beat.

With a 'swoosh' and a 'bang', their creation rang, new schools for the poor — what a resounding clang!

De La Salle took rest, to shape his best, pondering deeply, his dreams felt blessed.

Amidst the fray, he found his way, leading with patience, a promising ray.

At yon St. Yon, he brought a tone, unity and strength, his legacy shown.

Reflect and train, in sun or rain, his heart forever in education's domain.

In his final days, truth lit his ways, inspiring all with no dismays.