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
′Cause my mother's in an ashram
I saved a chair for her too
As daily she washes herself in the Ganges
Where there′s an oversized dictionary
And I love the indented border
Every word′s in alphabetical order
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
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
With a lovely little voice
And I heard that she′s pro-choice
And she talks into her hand
What you do not understand
Is once I say it then I've said it
And so much to her credit
So I will not make a mistake
Boanthropy. B-O-A-N-T-H-R-O-P-Y? Boanthropy?
Is a very reliable friend