In a land where books could barely fly, young folks would often sigh, "Oh why, oh why? Where's the school for you and I?" Little did they know, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, would soon arrive to try!

Enter John! With a spring in his step and a leap in his heart, he painted dreams of learning, right from the very start!

The schools he built were not just tall, oh no, They were magical halls where ideas could grow and grow! They spread in France and far beyond, reaching Rome where students yawned. But soon they cheered and sang along!

Ka-boom! Ka-pow! The schools grew strong, despite some pow and wow! Culture clashed, institutions roared, but John, he persevered onward, forward, and more!

A bumpy ride, a twist and turn, John took a break, he went to learn. In the South, he thought and knew, Reflection was the path he flew.

But oh, the Institute, it needs some glue! So back he came, with mighty aim to sing his old school's favorite refrain!

In the quiet leadership he took his stand, Building St. Yon, brick by brick, strand by strand. 'Twas a place where dreams and ideas took flight, keeping learning shining bright!

He supported the Assembly's great shift, leading with calm and gentle lift. His work was nearly done—retirement soon begun!

His final months with gracious flair, Teaching novices with utmost care. Faithful and true, his legacy grew, rooting the Institute anew!

Return he did, to Paris so grand, after a friend's parting from the land. Full circle now, the tale concludes but his devotion never ends or snoozes.