Poem inspires student to rise from mediocrity
Printed in the Rapid City Journal November 7, 2001.
There was once a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass.
He wasnít terrific at reading
He wasnít a whiz-bang at math
But for him, education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didnít find school too exciting
But he wanted to do pretty well
And he did have some trouble with writing
And nobody had taught him to spell.
When doing arithmetic problems
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
Five plus five didnít always add up to 10.
A pretty good answer was nine.
The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good school.
And the student was not an exception.
On the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to
Was there in a pretty good town.
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact 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.
It was then, when he sought a position
He discovered that life could be tough.
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty good state.
Which had pretty good aspirations,
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There was once a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had.
Which learned much too late
If you want to be great
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.