Beneath my shoes. I hate to lose. I will,
If asked for an opinion when awoken
Defend 'til I sleep, and even still
Grumble in dreams about how I am right.
My knee, once jerked, will not concede its place
To any; I am my opinion's knight
And fight for it 'gainst all foes I might face.
Yet even I, who hate to say I'm wrong,
Who close my ears and la la la along
When anyone corrects what I have said
Will tell these presidents the way they've acted
Requires that their statements be retracted
Before some student protester lies dead.
