Don’t Sulk

Whatever you do, if do it you must,

     Don’t sulk;

Be happy and healthy, and jolly and just,

     Don’t sulk.

Don’t grumble and mumble and be out of gear

Three hundred and sixty five days in the year,

Whatever your fortune just be of good cheer,

     Don’t sulk.

If matters don’t happen to tumble your way

     Don’t sulk.

Your plum tree will drop you some fruitage some day,

     Don’t sulk.

There’s nothing will scatter the clouds of despair

Like a confident, hopeful and rollicking air;

Just give your “Old Grouchy” the go by for fair –

     Don’t sulk.

June 18, ‘06