When told to grade myself
I often stall and balk
At giving me an 'A',
'Cause who am I to talk?
My writing's good, I'm told
And so I think you'll 'C'
That I deserve at least
A highish sort of 'B'.
I know I talk in class
And hardly write at all,
But in class I cannot think
So I'll write at home, is all.
Therefore I must conclude
And, therethrough, I must say,
The letter will be high;
You 'C', it will 'B' 'A'.