One Against The World

It's my opinion - though I own     In thinking so I'm quite alone -     In some respects I'm but a fright.     YOU like my features, I suppose?     I'M disappointed with my nose:     Some rave about it - perhaps they're right.     My figure just sets off a fit;     But when they say it's exquisite     (And they DO say so), that's too strong.     I hope I'm not what people call     Opinionated!    After all,     I'm but a goose, and may be wrong!     When charms enthral     There's some excuse     For measures strong;     And after all     I'm but a goose,     And may be wrong!     My teeth are very neat, no doubt;     But after all they MAY fall out:     I think they will - some think they won't.     My hands are small, as you may see,     But not as small as they might be,     At least, I think so - others don't.     But there, a girl may preach and prate     From morning six to evening eight,     And never stop to dine,     When all the world, although misled,     Is quite agreed on any head -     And it is quite agreed on mine!     All said and done,     It's little I     Against a throng.     I'm only one,     And possibly     I may be wrong!