There is a little law of life;
A law of endless glee.
I'd do my best to live by it,
But it's difficult, you see.
Always expect the worse, it says,
And keep your hopes right down.
Then you'll always be surprised, it says,
And you'll never need to frown.
But it's easier said than done, sadly,
And I guess it's a fact of life
That there'd be no thing called happiness
If there were no grief or strife.
So perhaps it's best to simply
Let yourself be pulled along,
For life's still filled with love and dreams
And hope and joy and song.
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