Six of herselves ran away
To see some other distant day
But her seventh self chose to stay
And made the difference to be made.
Herselves ran off without saying, “So long!”
But she was happy as they ran along,
They were forgiven before they were gone.

One was bullish, another ghoulish,
Many mulish and fully foolish,
Though this much was tried and truish –
They were afraid and let that rule us.
Them, I mean! I’d never write about me!
I have too many selves, you see,
So let’s get back as herselves flee.

None of herselves were worst or best,
Simply different than the rest,
This time this one passed the test,
Next another would meet the quest.
Six of herselves ran away,
But her seventh was brave
In the way needed that day.