I'm afraid I have the blues today, this day just isn't going my way.
I've been sad and lonely and teased and harassed. I've been bullied and tormented, I just wish this day would pass.
What is the cure for this awful disease? Why must it be me upon whom you seize?
I was feeling sad when an idea struck! No longer was I felling like muck!
If I don't let their words get to me, no longer will it be me upon whom they seize.
I've found the cure, hooray hooray!
Now today is the very best day!
