The Grumble Family
There is a family nobody likes to meet,
They live, it is said, on Complaining street
In the city of Never-Are-Satisfied
The River of Discontent beside.
The growl at that, and they growl at this;
Whatever comes, there is something amiss;
And whether their station be high or humble
They are known by the name of Grumble.
The weather is always too hot or too cold,
Summer and winter alike they scold;
Nothing goes right with the folks you meet
Down on the gloomy Complaining Street.
And the worst thing is that is anyone stays
Among them too long, he will learn their ways,
And before he dreams of the terrible jumble
He’s adopted into the family of Grumble.
So it is wisest to keep our feet
From wandering into Grumbling Street
And never to growl whatever we do
Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers, too.