Taube got up and got out one of her poetry notebooks. She thought of some of the idiots back at her old home, and promptly wrote a rather terse poem.
She wrote:
When I Don't Like People
When I don't like people
And you wonder why
They usually are mean people
They laugh when I cry
She wrote:
When I Don't Like People
When I don't like people
And you wonder why
They usually are mean people
They laugh when I cry