Whenever people hear me speak
They sometimes say I’m posh,
But my ancestral home is not antique
It’s an accusation I need to quash.
No privileged upbringing had I,
No wealthy relatives to spoil me
Home was one step above a sty
With not a single lacey doily
But despite my lowly start
Where riches were hardly fated
I turned out to be quite smart
As I learned to be educated.