Do not sit there and wail/lest tomorrow follow that trail.
Pick thy paddle,join the sail/No storm behold steel heart and not vail
The rivers of the heart is a dark veil/darkens your chambers, and your strength bound in jail
I tell you,
bleed your eyes to full pail/still will never wash away the travail
let the inner man prevail/No leg carrying a drooped head will not flail
The way of life is spiked and steep,to scale/ heed the counsel of the snail
Speed is not exactly fast,in his trail/I see crash, and you know how Time crawls in jail.
if you find yourself in the belly of a whale/or thy costly sweat come to wretched naught,send Him a mail
Of broken heart on tearful knees,He never fail/He knows the end from the tail/ Aught you not to have done this before the sail?
Do you know why the tortoise broke his scale?Greed,let it not be thy tale/If you can’t get the whole cut the tail.