K-eep giving short shrift to throe,
E-vade the zone of stress;
N-ever pay any attention
T-o sorrow and sadness.
E-agerly give short shrift to woe,
S-tay away from anxiety;
T-ime to truly feel fine,
E-arly tenth of February.
B-e happy in heart and mind,
A-lthough your job is night shift;
N-ever mind the darkness, just give shadow short shrift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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