His head is only half full of knowledge

I was born in Nineteen-four

I’ve been alive since then

We all thought I’d get smart someday

But we weren’t sure just when

I grew up close to Keeline

One a real dry farm

Pulled a lot of childish tricks

But really meant no harm

I finally made it through grade school

Was not too good, but not too bad

When I finally graduated

It sure did make the teachers glad

Since I have now become much older

I can now begin to see

There’s lots of things that I don’t know

I’m not as smart as I should be

I thought that I was quite a wit

Thought I was really bright

But I found out a week ago

That I was just half right

D.B.