My grades reflect a knowledge of books,

But I don't know how to judge from looks.

My people skills are not that great,

Though my schooling is first rate.

There are many things I can't understand:

A vulger word, a sign on the hand,

And while many folks would say I'm bright,

They would not be entirely right,

I learn by reading, not by feel,

Making myself not entirely real.

And in the end, when I meet the King,

I'll go to him all unknowing.