When You Feel In The Pits

When you feel in the dumps
and everything seems wrong
I'll rebuff all the chumps and croon a pleasant song

When you feel in the holds
and everything seems dim
I'll remake all the molds and breathe a robust vim

When you feel in the woes
and everything seems mean
I'll dispute all the foes and paint a happy scene

When you feel in the funks
and everything seems blue
I'll reject all the punks and dance an old soft-shoe

When you feel in the chains
and everything seems rude
I'll resist all the banes and raise a cheerful mood

When you feel in the pits
and everything seems grey
I'll redeem all the chits and pick a flower bouquet