My grades reflect a knowledge of books,
But I don't know how to judge from looks.
My people skills are not that great,
Though my schooling is first rate.
There are many things I can't understand:
A vulger word, a sign on the hand,
And while many folks would say I'm bright,
They would not be entirely right,
I learn by reading, not by feel,
Making myself not entirely real.
And in the end, when I meet the King,
I'll go to him all unknowing.