And, when I’m in a sullen mood,
It doesn’t do much good
To stuff my face with comfort food
Or wander in the wood.

In fact, no matter what I do
Or where I choose to go,
I’m at a loss to find a clue
To stop me feeling low.

If I was still inclined to drink,
I’d guzzle one or three.
That wouldn’t change, though, how I think,
And so I stick to tea

And wait until the storm has passed
And I can stand myself at last.

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