A Story of Language, In Limericks

There once was a man at IU,
Who really liked music, it’s true.
He taught middle C,
And he used do, re, mi,
Then he fled from the country he knew.

He went to a land quite unique-a,
And the language he hardly did speak-a,
He stumbled through words,
And he sounded absurd,
When he first came and saw Costa Rica.

But practicing leads to perfection.
He was heading in just that direction.
His Spanish got better,
Right down to the letter,
And soon he was making connections.

When teaching, he used mostly Spanish,
And English, he practically banished.
He learned every day,
Of new things he could say,
And he tried to cause English to vanish.

So that’s how his story is going,
And his knowledge is constantly growing.
He hopes by the end,
That he’ll just comprehend,
All the words that the Ticos are throwing.