In far off mists of time
they lived beyond the Rhine
they never went on dates
for they might find too late
that woman may full well
become a Jezebel
There once upon a time
when weather was sublime
lived tribesmen oh, so smart,
folks called them worry-warts
They knew without a doubt
the day would come about
cold ice and snow would fall
and freeze them large and small
Though wind and gentle rain
made things grow tall and plain
the worry-warts were sure
this would not long endure
They never wore new shoes
repairing rips with glue
for it would cost a sou
to buy what was brand new
So if you're very smart
and future dangers chart
decide to stand apart
and be a worry wart.
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