Miss Ostrovsky, your word is boanthropy. Oh, wait. One second. Please ma'am, could you not sit in that seat? I saved a chair for my dad In the fourth row on the aisle And it may take him a while But when he gets here That's his chair 'Cause my mother's in an ashram In India I saved a chair for her too But it's merely symbolic As daily she washes herself in the Ganges And I live in a house Where there's an oversized dictionary That I read As a girl On the toilet I love my dictionary And I love the indented border Every word's in alphabetical order Ergo, lost things Always can be found And I wrap my head around The fact that in one book Is the entire language of our species Which is a favorite term of Nicci's Who's the great-grandfather of Christina Ricci's (Laughs) Yes I joke, but the words in the dictionary Are the friends that I'll have forever More than the friends I have made in school She's such a lovely girl With a lovely little voice And I heard that she's pro-choice Though still a virgin And she talks into her hand An often used technique What you do not understand Is once I say is then I've said it And so much to her credit She talks into her hand And turns aside So I will not make a mistake And be disqualified Boanthropy. B-o-a-n-t-h-r-o-p-y? Boanthropy? That is correct. My friend the dictionary Is a very reliable friend Doo doo doo doo doo doo Ba da da da da da da
