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"The Grumble Family" submitted by Ronald E Shultz at ronshultz@juno.com http://www.wimall.com/cowboy70
THE TWO FROGS
Two frogs fell into a deep cream bowl. One was an optimistic soul, But the other took the gloomy view. "We shall drown!" he cried, without more adieu. So with the last despairing cry, He flung up his legs and said, "Goodbye." Quoth the other frog with a merry grin, "I can't get out, but I won't give in! I'll just swim around until my strength is spent, And then when I die, I'll be more content." Bravely he swam until it seemed, That the struggle had begun to stir the cream. On top of the butter, at last he stopped, And out of the bowl he gaily hopped. What is the moral? Tis easily found. If you can't hop out, keep swimming around.
Author Unknown
The Grumble Family
There's a family nobody likes to meet; They live, it is said, on Complaining Street In the city of Never-Are-Satisfied, The River of Discontent beside.
They growl at that and they growl at this; Whatever comes, there is something amiss; And whether their station be high or humble, They are all known by the name of grumble.
The weather is always too hot or cold; Summer and winter alike they scold. Nothing goes right with the folks you meet Down on that gloomy Complaining Street.
They growl at the rain and they growl at the sun; In fact, their growling is never done. And if everything pleased them, there isn't a doubt They'd growl that they'd nothing to grumble about!
But the queerest thing is that not one of the same Can be brought to acknowledge his family name; For never a Grumbler will own that he Is connected with it at all, you see.
The worst thing is that if anyone stays Among them too long, he will learn their ways; And before he dreams of the terrible jumble He's adopted into the family of Grumble.
And so it were wisest to keep our feet From wandering into Complaining Street; And never to growl, whatever we do, Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers, too.
Let us learn to walk with a smile and song, No matter if things do sometimes go wrong; And then, be our station high or humble, We'll never belong to the family of Grumble!
Author unknown
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