Some people say there should be gloomth
When there’s so often news of doomth;
I’ve got some nerve, producing bloomth when everything’s so bad.
But I’m not ever gonna be
A dark-side ponderosity:
I gotta work on settin’ seed, or more bad news gets done.
Yes, I’ve still got a source of warmth;
To soak up light and grow is normth,
To put out leaves and weather stormth, and bloom and bloom like mad.
So when the prospect gets too gray,
More color’s what we need, I say;
I’m gonna keep on with the play that leads me to the sun.