WHAT’S THE USE?
(A Rhyme of Spring Fever)
There’s so much to do and there’s so little time,—
What’s the use?
There’s so much that’s prosy and so little rhyme,—
What’s the use?
The fishing is fine and you can’t get away,
And you have to sleep night time instead of by day,
And when you feel gloomy you’ve got to be gay.—
What’s the use?
Most folks are stupid and very few true,
What’s the use?
If the evenings are purple, next mornings are blue,—
What’s the use?
If mentally strong you are morally weak,
And you never attain what you most fondly seek;
You choose a companion and find him a freak,—
What’s the use?
The good are as bad as the wicked are pure,—
What’s the use?
The famous unhealthy, the saintly obscure,—
What’s the use?
And when you have passed through the dark vale of tears,
And St. Peter enjoins you to cast off your fears,
You’ve got to sing hymns for some six million years,—
What’s the use?