Excellence and mediocrity
by Charles Osgood
Who sat in a pretty good class,”
And was taught by a pretty good teacher,
Who always let pretty good pass.
He wasn’t a whiz-bang at math.
But for him education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing,
And nobody taught him to spell.
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
Five plus five needn’t always add up to be ten,
A pretty good answer was nine.
Was part of a pretty good school.
And the student was not an exception,
On the contrary, he was the rule.
Was there in a pretty good town.
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
Was part of a pretty good mob
And the first time he knew what he lacked
Was when he looked for a pretty good job.
He discovered that life could be tough.
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
Was part of a pretty good state,
Which had pretty good aspirations,
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned must too late,
If you want to be great,
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.