Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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


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