It seems the Rascal’s head’s in a swell,
Of this fact none could dispel,
Her boasting that she’s always correct,
Is just a phase, I would suspect,
Though to be certain only time will tell.

Risking the harmony of this peaceful site,
By going around boasting she’s always right,
So, in the meantime we’ll let her be,
And when she talks, we’ll just agree,
Than try to correct her and risk a fight.

And where this thing should be put to bed,
They go and give her an award instead,
Which instead of bringing her back around,
And put her feet firmly on the ground,
Will no doubt go right to her head.

Because those who pretend they know it all,
Can really make my skin 'a crawl,
For it‘s those people, and you know who,
Who annoy those of us who really do,
Know everything both big and small...

07-14-11.