When in the most depressing hour
When life begins to taste of sour
When you perceive the world as dour
Stand tall, my friend, stand tall

Beware, for want does evil leak
Obsession maketh man's soul weak
Of only good things must you speak
Your troubles melt and fall

Live full and hear your heart's warble
For time is not redeemable
Make every move one that's thoughtful
And you shall gain it all