Ode To the Average Man

I will sing the song of the average man Who was born a child-not a babe Who grew up in an ordinary house? Made of bricks without ivy cascades He went to an ordinary school like the rest Hated math, hated science, loved lunch Gave a report on Abe Lincoln-read Goodnight Moon, Played averagely in all peewee games He grew up-got older-little wiser it seemed Not too much just average-got C’s Didn’t date, least not much-but found the One And married her in an average church He worked his job-did quite well But not enough to gain many accolades Bought a house, had three kids Not prodigies just average-one, two, and three They grew up-he grew up-they lived happily Went to soccer, went to karate-watched ballet with number three Played catch-went to parades, cleaned spilt lemonade Loved his wife-laughed with his kids All were happy living averagely Watched them get older-marry average true loves No Romeo dear Juliet romances But they were happy and so was he And he was given several average grandbabies He and the Missus went on with their days Till she died of an average disease And he followed to in a moderate way And they rest side by side in an average grave He was no genius-never swam the English Channel Didn’t raise three life saving doctors But he was happier then the few outstanding I’ve seen Because he was content with an average.