Might as well get in the game.
I think that I shall never see
a man who's half as bright as me.
Who can with explanations bore
the sharpest students by the score.
And make a simple grammar freak
believe that Fowler's sprung a leak.
Who'll tell you when your comma's wrong,
and beat his chest like old King Kong.
And should you prove he has it wrong,
he'll scorn your logic all day long.
Oh, countless men may stubborn be,
but God's made only one like me.
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