“Pretty Good” by Charles Osgood

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 whiz-bang 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 some trouble with writing,
and nobody had taught him to spell.


When doing arithmetic problems,
pretty good was regarded as fine.
Five and five needn’t always add up to ten,
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 part of 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
that 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 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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