I used to speak muffeletto,
Until some told me that
It was a sandwich. I thought
About pianissimo, but that
Seemed too loud and tinkly.
So, now, for the most part, I
Speak softly, sometimes ever-so
Softly, and carry, behind my back,
A very, very large stick. One
Of the Roosevelts said that
When speaking about our country.
Well, sez I, seems like good advice
To me. I am my own country,
The mighty Republic of Me, sometimes
A democracy (all of my selves have a vote),
Sometimes, just sometimes, a monarchy –
I am the Queen of Me! the Queen
Bee, a right, royal person, secure
On my throne, no one will overthrow me.
Sometimes, I am a Socialist (so sue me!).
Sometimes far too Liberal, sometimes
Far too Conservative, sometimes
So Middle-of-the-Road it’s depressing,
A rebel at heart, not on the surface.
Wishy-washy, namby-pamby, upsy-daisy,
Oopsy-whoopsy, onkey-donkey, okey-dokey,
Icky-dicky, never too good at tricky-
Dicky, (gave it up early). You say Picasso.
I say stacatto. Either way up, I’m just
Good old mutable, changable, mostly
(if you take the trouble)