In the town of Frownupon,Across the Sea of Sorrow,Live the men and womenWho always fret tomorrow.

“It will rain, and then will flood!”You’ll hear them in the streets,Counting our their wearinessIn lonely, sheepish bleats.

The sun will shine but they will say,“Tomorrow it will storm,We better take some aspirin,”As they walk around forlorn.

The oddest thing about this place,It never has had rain,And never does the sun not shineAnd yet they all complain.

In the town of Laughalot,Across the Sea of Joy,Live the men and women,The kindest to employ.

They have the hearts of children,In their venturing about,But never is there sunshineAnd never do they pout.

It’s rained for years and always floods,Yet in this upturned town,You’ll find they fish and puddle jumpWhile singing sprightly sounds.

For those who live in LaughalotHave figured something out,Circumstance does not requireThat one must always frout.