You may be the nicest person in the town
But there's always one who will try to put you down
Which just goes to prove you won't please everyone
You cannot win them all when all is said and done.
For to help others out you go out of your way
And you do a good deed or sometimes two every day
Do jobs for poor people without asking for pay
Though not everyone kind things of you will say.
You may be the most helpful person in your street
Down to earth and and kind of heart and a pleasure to meet
Your compassion and kindness many may recall
But you will have your knockers you cannot win them all
Some well may describe you as a living saint
But not everyone sees you as one free of taint
To win everyone's seems an impossible thing
And not everybody your praises will sing.
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