A View from the Sixth Grade

In the good
We found the bad
Flowers, cascades
But made us mad

One in a million
We found dark in light
We were the people
Who started the fight

For hundreds of As
We found one B
For thousands of dogs
We found one flee

Bad, bad, bad
We found a ton
For twelve years of work
One second of fun

Miles of blue sky
We found one cloud
In hours of quiet
One second of loud

People should change
And swallow their pride
And always remember
Look on the bright side