Something Wrong

When a feller’s in the dumps,

Dispersition’s got the mumps.

An’ he thinks he’s down an’ out,

Ambition gone up the spout,

Pipe tste bad, an’ fodder, too,

Appertite all knocked askew,

Out of powder, push an’ vim,

There is somethin’ wrong with him.

When a feller’s free as air

With his dough, an’ doesn’t care

What he spends on need or whim,

There is something wrong with him.

When he’s tighter ‘n’ all git out,

Never’ll spend a cent to shout,

Stingy clean up to the brim,

here is something wrong with him.

When a feller’s happy all

Of the day what e’er befall,

Smiling on the good and bad

Never feeling men or sad,

Bubbling over to the rim,

There is something wrong with him.

An’ you’ll see by this dicuss’

Something’s wrong with all of us.

March 24, ‘09