It Doesn’t Pay To Fret
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson