Pray list to me a modest while; I fain would spill an earful: Don't worry -- cultivate a smile -- Be always bright and cheerful. When things are looking dour and black, Then you be blithe and hearty; Just slap me gaily on the back -- The life of every party. Let naught be your cheery nature spoil; Be always gay and chipper . . . And I'll supply the boiling oil, If someone has a dipper. |