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Happylanders do not brook dissension
Nor is slight contention thought a gem
All desired is sweet and light suspension
All avoided if thought 'down' to them
Happy-landers know life is not easy
But we must not dwell or even light
On a thing which qualifies as queasy
Dwell instead on things which cause delight
Beautiful! think I in jealous wonder
Marvelous! to focus on the fun
Even if a life is torn asunder
All the negativity we shun
All those folks whose nature is too somber
We'll endure most fleetingly for sure
Yet quite swiftly from them we'll off-wander
Hoping they'll find others to endure
Even when you'd like to be admitted
To the greatest Happyland soiree
Doubt your view will likely be acquitted
In the court of Happyland today
Rest assured no judgment is forthcoming
Never from a Happylander lip
Even when your attitude is bumming
And a chat with you they'd love to skip
Still take heart my dear non-Pollyanna
Every life admits its Eeyore - true
If you've sung no Happyland hosanna,
Trust in faith there's nothing wrong with you
When you're not in Happyland by nature
When you're born a solemn, somber Gus
You're not wrong in any nomenclature
And perhaps there's many more of us
Nor is slight contention thought a gem
All desired is sweet and light suspension
All avoided if thought 'down' to them
Happy-landers know life is not easy
But we must not dwell or even light
On a thing which qualifies as queasy
Dwell instead on things which cause delight
Beautiful! think I in jealous wonder
Marvelous! to focus on the fun
Even if a life is torn asunder
All the negativity we shun
All those folks whose nature is too somber
We'll endure most fleetingly for sure
Yet quite swiftly from them we'll off-wander
Hoping they'll find others to endure
Even when you'd like to be admitted
To the greatest Happyland soiree
Doubt your view will likely be acquitted
In the court of Happyland today
Rest assured no judgment is forthcoming
Never from a Happylander lip
Even when your attitude is bumming
And a chat with you they'd love to skip
Still take heart my dear non-Pollyanna
Every life admits its Eeyore - true
If you've sung no Happyland hosanna,
Trust in faith there's nothing wrong with you
When you're not in Happyland by nature
When you're born a solemn, somber Gus
You're not wrong in any nomenclature
And perhaps there's many more of us
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