Pretty Good
PRETTY GOOD
by Leonard Rizzo
There once was 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 wasn’t terrific at reading
He wasn’t a whizbang at math
But for him, education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path
He didn’t find school too exciting
But he wanted to do pretty well
And he did have trouble with reading
And nobody taught him to spell
In doing arithmetic problems
Pretty good was regarded as fine
Five and five needn’t always add up ten
A pretty good answer was nine
The pretty good student was happy
With standards that were in effect
And nobody thought it was sappy
If his answers were not quite correct
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 saw the position
He discovered that life could be tough
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
That pretty good might not be good enough
The pretty good town in this story
Was part of a pretty good state
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate
There once was a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had
But it learned much too late
If you want to be great
Pretty good is in fact pretty bad.
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