So you’ll find ’em all a-feelin’ like confidin’ lots in you—
While it pays another’s virtues fur to try to emulate.
You’ll have to be your honest self if ever you are great.
There’s no folly like the folly of the fool who tries to be,
Like some other feller’s pattern, in exact conformity—
Be yourself, there’s no way tellin’, mebbe it was in the plan,
Fur yourself to be the makin’ of superior kind of man.
Anyway there’s joy and laughter put in every feller’s lot,
If he’ll only quit pretendin’ he is sumpin he is not.