My history teacher once told us a story
He said we would never remember.
It was boringly bland, had no flow to it, and
It was sixth grade in early September.
Said he "Since I'm teaching you students this year,
I would like to make sure you excel, and
The way that a teacher communicates best
Is to know how to tell stories well."
So as an example he told us a tale
That he knew we'd forget by grade eight.
It was short, it was boring, and lacking a plot.
"Have I made my point?" he asked. "Great."
He then, without pausing, launched into a tale
Full of subplots, surprises, and twists.
We all were enthralled, on the edge of our seats.
He really was awesome at this.
At the end we applauded, and he took a bow
We liked this guy right from the start.
But I promised myself, in my obstinate ways
I would keep the first tale in my heart.
And so now three years later, in high school no less
(I admit my success is alarming)
The really good story had slipped through my mind
But the first was "There once was an army."