The economy can have it
Animals have it
Humans have it to
A bird when depressed
Plucks out its plumes
The economy calls it a recession
Woe the doom and gloom
So why when a human
Becomes all depressed
Do we run and hide away
Pretend its not there
Don't know what to do
Its worse than the flu
Want to lay in bed
Oh what dread
You can take medication
A temporary solution is all
Can talk to a shrink
Tell them what you think
But in the end its all upto you
Its all in my head
This affliction of dread.
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A good stiff drink will usually cure this problem, or better still a couple of dozen stiff drinks is even better life will seem a little more coloured AJS