There
is a family nobody likes to meet,
They live,
it is said, on Complaining Street.
In the
city of Never-Are Satisfied,
The River of Discontent.
They growl
at that, and they growl at this; Whatever comes there is something amiss;
And whether
their station be high or humble,
They are
known by the name of Grumble.
The weather
is always too hot or too cold, Summer and winter alike they scold;
Nothing
goes right with the folks you meet
Down on
that gloomy Complaining Street.
They growl
at the rain,
and they
growl at the sun;
In fact,
their growling is never done.
And if everything pleased them,
there isn't
a doubt They'd growl that
they'd
nothing to grumble about!
And the
worst thing is that if anyone stays Among them too long he will learn their
ways,And before he dreams of the terrible jumble
He's adopted
into the family of Grumble.
So it were
wisest to keep our feet
From wandering
into Grumbling Street.
And never
to growl whatever we do,
Lest we
be mistaken for Grumblers too.
~Made with Love~
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