The
man who says the world is wrong,
An’
ruther weep than hev a song,
An’
says in tones uv misery,
‘Tain’t
nothin’ like it uster be,
An’
says he wouldn’t trust no more
His
life-long neighbor lives next door,
An’
says they ain’t no use to try
To
git ahead, he’d ruther die,
An’
home an’ friends ain’t wuth a rap –
What
would you think uv sech a chap?
Now
don’t git in a state like this,
Becuz
you’re surely goin’ to miss
An’
awful lot uv fun each day,
Ez
surely ez you live that way.
This
picture isn’t overdrew,
They’s
jest sech folks beside o’ you;
An’
what they need is daily food
Uv
humor in their solitude.
Don’t
let yourself git right down blue,
An’
think all things have gone askew;
Don’t
b’lieve the worst uv feller man,
But
b’lieve the very best you can.
Bring
friendliness into the heart
Thet
tries to live from you apart,
An’
you will be a power fur good
All
threw your blessed neighborhood.
Oct.
29, ‘09
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