My teacher

I love my teacher,
She teaches like a preacher,
She never uses cain,
And her knowledge I gain,
She's excellently bold ,
As if she'll never get old,
Her words are like volcano,
Of gold pouring out of a wise mountain,
She'll always be my hero,
And I bet you she'll never be a villain,
In my English she was a honor,
To my grammar she never let me pain,
She's humble as a sheep,
But not dumb as it,
Her knowledge is a heap,
Overflowing in a pit,
As I say goodbye,
Your favourite teacher must get a pie.