I spend my days being insufferably smug
and pleased that I am me.
Despite my idiosyncratic flaws
there is no-one I would rather be.

I count my blessings lying in bed
before falling asleep at night
the one that I thank the lord for most
is how I'm always right.

There are people who couldn't cope
with my responsibilities
but then they were born without my hope
there aren't that many mes.

Very occasionally I fleetingly wish
that I could be you
so I would get a chance to admire from afar
and really appreciate me too.