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.

                                                                                                                                                         Author Unknown