A croaker! Self-tormentor,
This world will not improve a bit
From having had you as a renter!
When we move on to greener fields,
From this old stomping ground -
We oughta want to leave things here
Lots better than we found.
Just say goodbye to mopishness
Dejection and all blues!
And come up higher where our Lord
Paints life with wonderful hues!
©Jan 22, 1947 Linnie Jane Burks