“There’s a problem with the world
Because it is not dancing to my tunes
There’s a problem with people
Because they aren’t singing my tunes
There’s a problem with everything around me
Because I am not able to play my tunes
Hence, I am unhappy and grumpy
And I will continue to be, until the end of time!
It’s not my fault. I am perfectly fine!
The fault is with everyone else
They need to change
In order to be considered mine!”
And that’s how she died, the poor old, unhappy soul!