Ode to an English Degree
There are certain things that have one thing in common:
Drains where the water is down to its last dregs
Darts in a dartboard when you pull them from the pegs
That feeling you get when the book you want in the bookstore is gone
The one when you realize that last question you answered was wrong
And also, by the way, suction cups
The thing is, they suck
Oh, English major, I fear that you've done nothing for me
Because every career I'd want to have requires a different degee
I seem to remember paying my fee
(After thirty-two thousand a year, I better, or so I believe)
Now, I finally see-- you're out to steal every bit of my money
And make sure I come back through your doors
Because to do anything worthwhile, I'll need four years more
There are certain things in this world I think are true:
The sky is blue, and children scream a lot
The grass is green and honesty lies somewhat
Pennies tend to accumulate but never enough to pay the rent
The chance of rain on picnic day is 100%
And oh, I have to say, English degree: it's bad
Graduate and no jobs, so sad