Whatever You Say

Make me small, make me a pygmy,
Point a finger and then laugh,
Call me an elephant, an ass, a horse, giraffe,
Worry out my brains to sabotage my degree;

Shake your fist as if 'twere lightening,
Inflect your voice to make it steel,
Yet the gist of it shall not congeal,
On the inner aspect of me brightening.

Jealousy of others may be a hated foe,
Surrounding hearts and biceps like a snake,
Devouring good work for its own sake:
Well, round it springs these jolly words of snow!

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