You tell what you are by the friends you seek.
By the very manner in which you speak
By the way you employ your leisure time
By the use you make of your dollar and dime.
You tell what you are by the things you wear
By the spirit in which your burdens you bear
By the kind of things at which you laugh
By the records you play on the phonograph.
You tell what you are by the way you walk
By the things of which you delight to talk
By the manner in which you bear defeat
By so simple a thing as how you eat.
By the books you choose from the well filled shelf
In these ways and more you tell on your self
So there isn’t really a bit of sense
In any effort of self pretence.
Margaretta Susannah MacKinnon (nee Jackson)