He's a gentleman and a scholar, a regular prince among men
He knows the works of Fats Waller, and can play you recordings of them
He likes to read Thucydides but doesn't mock stupidities
He's probably read Euripides as well
But he's really not the type to read and tell.
He's a gentleman and a scholar, unfailingly kind and polite
Not a pompous know-it-aller
Though I must say he's usually right
He taught me how to drive a stick
Without once acting like a prick
In general he just doesn't tick me off
And that's not a thing at which I tend to scoff
If there are two ways to see a thing he'll find a dozen more
Always a perspective you had not thought of before
It's not his intellect you love him for, you'll come to find
Much as all the stuff that doesn't s** about his mind