There once was a short clever gal
Who worked on the ninth floor at Yale.
She elbowed professors,
Ignored the confessors,
I am no Yalie,
And nary do dally,
Said the Gal to college;
You can have all your knowledge.
If you need me, don't grovel.
I'll be at my hovel
I'll be at my hovel
Writing my seventeenth novel