| I must learn to distinguish the others from myself | 
| They are separate people, with different personalities | 
| They might not like the things I like | 
| They might not eat the same food | 
| Or they might not want to go to the places where I want to go | 
| There are others, and then there is myself | 
| There are men, and there are women | 
| Often they don’t get along | 
| I must try to get along with everyone | 
| No matter how stupid they might be | 
| Or how asinine their opinions are | 
| I must learn to love everybody | 
| Even people who are so obviously inferior to me | 
| That they make my flesh crawl | 
| I will get to know these people | 
| And I will cook them a ravioli dinner | 
| From a can I found, in Mexico City | 
| There are others, and then there is myself | 
| I believe in the power of the human soul | 
| I believe that the government is in control | 
| I believe there’s a Heaven up in the sky | 
| I believe that my neighbours are human spies | 
| Tomorrow I will begin bathing | 
| This is the start of a 6 part plan | 
| Which will take me into the next century | 
| In the coming years, I will stop eating with my hands | 
| I will let the dog out of the closet for some fresh air | 
| I will put away the rubber mask | 
| The cub-scout uniform | 
| And yes, finally, even the cauliflower | 
| There are others, and then there is myself | 
| I believe in the goodness of all mankind | 
| I believe that the government is reading my mind | 
| I believe there’s a god who loves us all | 
| I believe in the Beatles, except for Paul! | 
| I must no longer neglect my inner child | 
| For he is very close | 
| Right there, under the floorboards | 
| I will learn to get in touch with my feelings | 
| Even the ones that will probably get me arrested |