What good does it do to grumble?
What good does it do to complain?
What good does it do to mumble?
What good does it do to cry about the rain?
There is nothing you can do,
There is nothing you can say.
Why make a big well to do?
That will not make past problems go away.
You only make yourself more stressed,
You only make yourself more frayed.
So get out of bed, and get dressed,
And face the day unafraid.
Think about this minute,
Think about this day,
How much happiness you can put in it,
And eventually your grumbles will go away.
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