Forget It

If you see a tall fellow ahead of a crowd,

A leader of men, 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, and 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 thing which will darken the joy

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

Which 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.

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