The Glad Game
If you know what you're sad about
What you're angry and mad about
Be a bit of a gadabout
Find something to be glad about
You dwell on the minuses
Complain about the Why-nesses
Time to elevate, Your Highness
Unclog your mental sinuses
Enough of the gloom; enough of the doom
Destroy them now: POW and KABOOM!
No more assigning blame
Just play the Glad Game
Your eyebrows are fine
And so are your knuckles
Think about those two
And burst out in chuckles
No phlegm in your throat
Or snot in your nose
Make a wee bit of effort
Wash the dirt from your toes
You're not allergic to chocolate
Or cookies, or candy and cake
And when you eat pizza
Your tummy doesn't ache
No pimples on your face
Or freckles on your butt
If you're over nineteen
You've outlived King Tut
Once you open your mind
And see what you've had
You'll always be glad
My dear friend and comrade!
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