And, once again, I’ve fallen foul
Of all that’s good and true,
And, all day long, I gripe and growl,
And half the nighttime, too.

As much as if I’ve been bewitched
Or finally gone quite mad,
The bearing of my life has switched
And gone from good to bad.

Of course, this happens quite a lot,
And so I should be used
To getting what I’ve always got
And being so confused.

But, every time I think, “No more!”
I end up falling on the floor.

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