Feelin’ Fine!

Makes no difference time o’ day,

Here at home or fur away,

If he’s got a b’il or two,

If he’s feelin’ sick or blue,

Full o’ gout or roomertiz,

Ask Bill Selby how he is

An’ his face will fairly shine

While he says he’s “feelin’ fine!”

Ol’ Bill Selby’s full o’ grit,

Though he never brags of it,

Takes things cool as cool kin be,

Has a smile fur you an’ me.

Never growls about his work,

Never thinks to loaf or shirk,

Never answers with a whine,

Allus says he’s “feelin’ fine.”

We hev seen him hobblin’ round,

Nigh bent over to the ground,

Full o’ roomertiz an’ sick,

Workin’ for the idle rich,

Fingers cramped an’ cold inside,

But chock full of grit an’ pride.

As him how he feels today,

“Feelin’ fine,” is what he’d say.

Ol’ Bill Selby teaches me

What a feller orter be.

Stid o’ grumpin’ round like some,

Makin’ all the world feel glum,

Nursin’ aches we never had,

Makin’ ev’rybuddy sad,

We should jack ourselves a bit,

Make a show of hevin’ grit,

An', like Selby never whine –

Tell the world we’re feelin’ fine!

Dec. 16, 1916