Find ye here your happiness!
Beyond the meadow o'er twisted dale:
Locate the babbling brook and bail,
Hike twenty miles, stand ten still,
Pluck off one shoe and twirl about,
Put your right hand in, stick your finger out,
Then smile proud and take your bow:
For surely you'll be happy now,
But if you aren't, just try again:
Quite likely, you'll be happy then.
If that don't work, then don't ask me;
What the hell do I know about being happy! ?
-Februrary 14,2006
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