O, sing the self

And ring the self,

And sing yourself in you.

We’re celebrating self today,

For selves are coming through!

One’s dancing—-there!

One’s writing—-there!

One’s saying something new!

We’re celebrating Self today,

Cause Self is what we do!

The soul of self, it is right high,

And often seems most rare.

It’s in the single, brow-kiss “I”

Of thinking-loving care!

Alone, alone, in solemn place,

It gives your beauty grace;

Is all its own sweet single race

Of glory till it die.

So sing yourself,

And ring yourself,

And swing yourself in you.

Be celebrating Self today,

Cause Self is what you do!