Miss Modesty

I know a girl named Miss Modesty,

Who sings no humble praise,

Disregarding personal triumphs,

Her talents she downplays.

I know a girl named Miss Modesty,

Who loves nothing of her own,

Only the labors of others,

Warm her secret heart of stone.

I know a girl named Miss Modesty,

Who has incredible taste,

Applauding quality of others' efforts,

While her own efforts go to waste.

I know a girl named Miss Modesty,

Who is blind to her own appeals,

The more I praise her aptitude,

The more of it she conceals.