Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

Kisses kept are wasted; love is to be tasted.

So you tell yourself you are pretty find clay To have tricked temptation and turned it away, But wait, my friend, for a different day; Wait till you want to want to!

You may batter your way through the thick of the fray, You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt; You may be a jack-fool, if you must, but this rule Should ever be kept at the front;-- Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries Is not the goal but the exercise.

Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it.

Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.