In the bustling town of Reims, where the sun danced through the trees, lived a boy named John with dreams as wide as the seas.

With a heart full of hope and hands ready to help, he grew into a man who heard education's yelp.

John opened his school, no longer just a hope, where lessons were fun from the jump to the slope!

At St. Yon he did guide, acting more than just a chaperone, ensuring the school would flourish and never be alone.

Facing the bumps, the humps, and the jumps of challenge, John kept on teaching with a giant orange grin, full of knowledge to manage.

He penned about humility, a virtue so tall, and wrote about prayer, guiding one and all.

As the sun set on his days, John gathered the Brothers, with blessings and wise words, he'd share with each of others.

With a life of teaching, of reaching and speaking, John left a legacy, always quietly seeking.

On a Good Friday, he peacefully passed, leaving lessons and laughter that lingered steadfast.

Saint John Baptist De La Salle, now a beacon so bright, still guides all the teachers through the day and the night.

Oh, what a tale, where dreams never pale, of John with a heart that sailed, for learning prevailed!

To honor his name, Lasallian schools now gleam, with a legacy built on love, like a wonderful dream.