Men

There’s the man who’s a slouch,

     And the man who’s a grouch,

And the man who is down on his luck;

     There’s the man who stands back

     Of the job-getting pack

Because he’s no patience or pluck.

     There’s the man prone to shirk

     In his every day work,

Who stays at the bottom alway;

     And the man who don’t care

     If he just gets his fare,

And gets through the easiest day.

     There’s the man who will lie

     Just to get himself by

And the man who has wonderful cheek;

     There’s the man who’s a brute

     And the man who is cute

And the man who is oily and sleek.

     But the man the world needs,

     And the man who succeeds,

Is the man who aims straight for the mark;

     The man who is bright

     And the man who does right,

And the man who won’t grumble or bark.

     A man has to be true

     To the task within view,

A man without      or guile;

     The man who will stick

     Through thin and through thick

Is the man who is really worthwhile.

     So just smile at your work,

     And don’t grumble or shirk,

Make the best of the path on your way;

     For the man the world needs,

     And the man who succeeds

Is the man who is charged for the fray.

Dec. 3, 1910