A Mediocre Man
Robert William Service
I’m just a mediocre man Of no high-brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do the things most people do, I echo what they say; And through my morning paper view The problems of the day. No doubt you think I’m colourless, Profoundly commonplace; And yet I fancy, more or less, I represent the race. My name may stand for everyone, At least for nine in ten, For all in all the world is run By mediocre men. Of course you’ll maybe not agree That you are average, And unlike ordinary me You strut your little stage, Well, you may even own a Bank, And mighty mergers plan, But Brother, doff your tile and thank The Mediocre Man.
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