My inside self and my outside self
Are different as can be.
My outside self wears gingham socks,
And very rough is she.
With freckles sprinkled on her nose,
And smoothly parted hair,
And clumsy feet that cannot dance,
In heavy shoes and square.
But, oh, my little inside self,
In gown of misty rose,
She dances lighter than a leaf,
On blithe and twinkling toes;
her hair is blowing gold, and if
You chanced her face to see,
You would not think she could belong,
To staid and sober me..