[Verse 1]
Daily Pennsylvanian searched the course list, letter by letter, A-I,
Five back in fall twenty-two, now sixty-one set for spring twenty-seven, that's no lie,
Computer and Info Science leads the pack, seventeen classes strong,
But that's a count of listings, not a slice of the whole semester song,
Eleven-twenty percent sounds massive till you remember it started at five,
Seats still filling sixty to eighty percent, two straight years, barely alive,
Only thirty-eight percent of those spring AI courses got open doors,
Rest need permission, waitlists, codes — ain't exactly open floors.
[Chorus]
Count the courses, not the crowd,
Numbers whisper where headlines get loud,
Sixty-one looks like a rising tide,
But check the seats before you decide,
Read behind the number that they sold,
That's the kind of news I'm told to hold.
[Verse 2]
Meanwhile out west the money's getting shy,
OpenAI trimmed the round by a third, ten billion waved goodbye,
Investors jittery, demand cooling off the pipe,
Even giants feel the draft when the market changes type,
Funding ain't a feeling, it's a number on a page,
Watch the wallet, not the whisper, as they turn another page.
[Verse 3]
Still they're doubling up the Pro limits, stacking Work right into Chat,
Adnoc's wiring frontier models through the G42 deal like that,
And back in Washington, Congress wants the president's AI mail kept whole,
Every prompt, every message, saved up for when truth gets told,
History don't erase itself just 'cause the chat window closed,
That's the quiet thread in today's news, the one most folks suppose.
[Verse 4]
Zoom out further, look at the labs across the sea,
Departments quietly rebuilding their whole taxonomy,
Majors shifting slow like tectonic plates underground,
Nobody notices the tremor till the cracks are found,
A course renamed, a program merged, a listing moved online,
Small edits in a catalog can redraw the whole design,
The story isn't in the splash, it's in the steady creep,
The kind of shift that only shows when the data's deep,
So before you quote the headline count and call the trend complete,
Go back and check the footnotes, walk the numbers on your feet.
[Bridge]
Every keyword's a window, never the whole wide view,
Every headline's a hook, but the footnote's true,
Sixty-one courses, thirty-eight percent free,
That's the real math, that's the honesty.
[Outro]
November second, logged and laid down slow,
Read the numbers twice before you let 'em go,
Chill tape rolling, lyrics keeping low,
Catch the next report whenever new facts show.
[Chorus]
Count the courses, not the crowd,
Numbers whisper where headlines get loud,
Sixty-one looks like a rising tide,
But check the seats before you decide,
Read behind the number that they sold,
That's the kind of news I'm told to hold.