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."
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