Of all my parents children, I like me the very best
I have that special quality that's missing from the rest.
There's hardly anything in which I don't excel
I've tried my hand at everything, and do them all quite well.
Sometimes I sit for hours just looking in the mirror
I'd like to give myself a kiss, but I can't get any nearer!
I've had a hundred photo shots, yes all of them are me. . .
When time and funds permit it, I'll open my own gallery.
I've always had exquisite taste when it came to buying clothes
There was never any question about the garments I had chose.
My form and face are fabulous, almost beyond description
You couldn't look like me unless you had the same prescription.
I look at those around me, they're such a sorry lot.
I'm everything they'd like to be, and they are what I'm not!
They try so hard to be like me, it could almost make one cry. . .
When will they understand that there is only one of "I"
If I work too hard at any task that takes more than eight hours
I take a week off just to rest, and send myself some flowers.
And if by some strange miracle I push myself too hard,
I pat myself upon the back, and send myself a card.
By now you must be weary, tired of reading what I wrote
But I'd like to leave you with a thought that you might like to quote,
"Never try to be like me, your success rate would be minimal,
There may be copies of me all around, but I am the Original."
Dawn Stratton 1992 ©