One Against the World
IT’S my opinion—though I ownIn thinking so I’m quite alone—In some respects I’m but a fright.You like my features, I suppose?I’m disappointed with my nose:Some rave about it—perhaps they’re right.My figure just sets off a fit;But when they say it’s exquisite(And they do say so), that’s too strong.I hope I’m not what people callOpinionated! After all,I’m but a goose, and may be wrong!
When charms enthralThere’s some excuseFor measures strong;And after allI’m but a goose,And may be wrong!
My teeth are very neat, no doubt;But after all they may fall out:I think they will—some think they won’t.My hands are small, as you may see,But not as small as they might be,At least, I think so—others don’t.But there, a girl may preach and prateFrom morning six to evening eight,And never stop to dine,When all the world, although misled,Is quite agreed on any head—And it is quite agreed on mine!
All said and done,It’s little IAgainst a throng.I’m only one,And possiblyI may be wrong!