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Freddy the Pig 2
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My favorite skater lost
When life’s at its darkest and everything’s black,
I DON’T want my friends to come patting my back.
I scorn consolation, just leave me alone,
I just want to sniffle, sob, bellow, and groan.
There’s pleasure in weeping, a joy in despair;
There’s great satisfaction in tearing my hair.
Don’t tell me I’m pretty, I want to be plain.
I DON’T want the sunshine, I want it to rain.
Why can’t my friends see, when I’m feeling so low,
That the lower I get then the higher I’ll go
Later on, for before you can rise you must drop;
If you haven’t hit bottom you can’t reach the top.
For the way to be helpful to those who are down
Is not to be merry and act like a clown,
But to look on the dark side and groan and predict
That ruin impends and you’re finally licked.
So when I feel awful just point out my faults,
Don’t try to console me and ask me to waltz.
Just tell me I’m stupid, convince me I’m sick,
Assert that my head is some four inches thick.
And then pretty soon when you’ve got me below
The point where my misery’d normally go,
I’ll begin to feel better, I’ll shake off my woes,
And I’ll haul off and give you a sock in the nose,
By which you will know that your duty is done.
It may have been painful, may not have been fun;
But though flat on your back with your nose in a sling,
You’ll be satisfied, knowing you’ve done the right thing.
(adapted from the Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig, by Walter R. Brooks)
When life’s at its darkest and everything’s black,
I DON’T want my friends to come patting my back.
I scorn consolation, just leave me alone,
I just want to sniffle, sob, bellow, and groan.
There’s pleasure in weeping, a joy in despair;
There’s great satisfaction in tearing my hair.
Don’t tell me I’m pretty, I want to be plain.
I DON’T want the sunshine, I want it to rain.
Why can’t my friends see, when I’m feeling so low,
That the lower I get then the higher I’ll go
Later on, for before you can rise you must drop;
If you haven’t hit bottom you can’t reach the top.
For the way to be helpful to those who are down
Is not to be merry and act like a clown,
But to look on the dark side and groan and predict
That ruin impends and you’re finally licked.
So when I feel awful just point out my faults,
Don’t try to console me and ask me to waltz.
Just tell me I’m stupid, convince me I’m sick,
Assert that my head is some four inches thick.
And then pretty soon when you’ve got me below
The point where my misery’d normally go,
I’ll begin to feel better, I’ll shake off my woes,
And I’ll haul off and give you a sock in the nose,
By which you will know that your duty is done.
It may have been painful, may not have been fun;
But though flat on your back with your nose in a sling,
You’ll be satisfied, knowing you’ve done the right thing.
(adapted from the Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig, by Walter R. Brooks)