Oh you Worry Wart! Sitting in despair,
wallowing in self-pity, in your comfy chair.
You wear worry as a dear old sweater;
All wrapped up; feeling better.
But that's an illusion, that worry infusion;
It serves to weigh you down, blocks out the light,
weakens your resolve - saps your strength and will to fight.
Worry Wart, you are wasting your life away,
mired down in worry all day.
Are you seriously going to spend the rest of your life,
living in fear, resentment and strife?
I'm jumping off your front porch, and running down the street.
There's infinite opportunities and challenges to meet.
So stay there sad old Worry Wart and fret your life away
I grieve the time you've wasted, but for me it's a brand new day.
Sad ol' Worry Wart, sitting in despair;
wallowing in self-pity, in your comfy chair.
No matter how much you try to justify your view,
life just ain't that complicated; so I must bid you adieu.
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