Into each life, some rain must fall,
True enough, but that's not all.
You should add some snow and sleet,
Slippery walk and slushy street,
Boiling sun and desert heat.
A chilling wind, an icy gale,
A murky fog, a spate of hail,
A sodden path, a sloppy trail,
A day in court, a night in jail.
An angry sea, a passage rough,
A rocky road, a grade that's tough,
And if for you, that's not enough,
I will make but one comment.
In the way of compliment,
You are a hog for punishment.
CAH
Ah, Mother has been looking at Uncle Arthur's writings. That was good, Mother.