Classic Poem

D E Light lived on one side the way,
De Satisfied on t' other;
What pleased the one, his neighbors say,
Could never suit the other.

De Light possessed a smiling face;
De Satisfied was scowling;
And kept at odds with all his race
And at all nature growling.

When it was wet, he wished it dry;
When hot, he wished it colder;
The rheumatism in his thigh,
He wished was in his shoulder.

Mankind would be in no such plight
If he could have dominion;
For nothing seemed to him just right
Except his own opinion.

They both fell sick, but strange to say,
The discontented died;
And folks were pleased De Light got well
And not De Satisfied .

And at his grave, quite apropos,
They sang with all their might:
" Praise God from whom all blessings flow! "
And sang it with De Light .