FORGET IT

If you see a tall fellow ahead of the crowd,

A leader of music, marching fearless and proud, And you know of a tale whose mere telling aloud Would cause his proud head to in anguish be bowed,

It's a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a skeleton hidden away

In a closet, and guarded and kept from the day In the dark; whose showing, whose sudden display Would cause grief and sorrow and lifelong dismay,

It's a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a spot in the life of a friend

(We all have spots concealed, world withou! end) Whose touching his heartstrings would play or rend, Till the shame of its showing no grieving could mend,

It's a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a thing that will darken the joy

Of a man or a woman, a girl or a boy,

That will wipe out a smile or the least way annoy A fellow, or cause any gladness to cloy,

It's a pretty good plan to forget it.

Anon.