A PRETTY GOOD STORY
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 plus five didn't have to be 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 there in a pretty good town.
And nobody there seemed to notice
He didn't know 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 wasn't quite 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 to late
If you want to be great
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.
The Osgood File
copyrighted, 1986
CBS, Inc.
Bret Taylor Lake-Sumter Community College Leesburg FL
"It matters not the subject taught, nor all the books on all the shelves.
What matters more, yes most of all, is what the teachers are themselves."
John Wooden
John 3: 3 3