When life gets you down &
drowns you in bog,
Take it by its fickle horns
& go for a joyful jog,
When folk don´t listen to
you & don´t give a fig,
Put on your dancing shoes
& dance a merry jig,
When things look murky &
hidden by dark fog,
Merely pee on it & move
on, as would any dog,
When the branch you sit on,
is really just a twig,
When falling to the ground,
a cosier nest you´ll dig,
When the prince you kissed,
turned out to be a frog,
Then upon your ardent passion,
just add another log,
And when from living´s old
keg, you take a bitter swig,
Remember that life is beautiful
& is still ever so big.
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