She truly thinks she's fabulous enough to rule the world;
That everyone on earth should love and fear her.
She thinks that everywhere she treads, a flag should be unfurled,
And that's enough to make me want to spear her.

She'll bare her legs and toss her hair, but would never be well-read;
Surely Sensibility will flee her;
Still every night she has a loving man to warm her bed,
And that's enough to make me want to be her.