Pull slow and steady boys

While there's life, there's hope

Still, I am not happy

Out of the frying pan into the fire

Down in a coal mine 

 This world to some seems like a field where naught but weeds will grow, while many less deserving, often reap what others sow. Some are always up and doing, others pine and mope.



Should fortune frown upon you, Or dark thoughts interlope; Banish them at once my boys, for "while there's life there's hope."