Whiner Weenie
There was a boy named Weenie the Whiner
Who whined and cried and moaned
When something went
All messed and bent
Young Weenie just sat and moaned
And if by magic all those things
Were suddenly detained
Every trial
Turned to smile
Simply ‘cause Weenie complained
A trouble reared and quickly Weenie
Would whine, “It is not fair!”
And magically
It ceased to be
And stopped causing despair
But nothing that they said or did
Made troubles go away
So Weenie breathed deep
And then did weep
And complained and did say:
“It is not fair! It shouldn’t be!”
And magically it stopped
Those irate
With all their hate
Suddenly did adopt
An understanding attitude
Because Weenie had complained
All was well
‘Cause Weenie did yell
About the things that pained
Then one day Weenie did wake up
And came to realize
That it would seem
Only in dream
Were his complaints and cries
Capable of fixing things
In real world, it helped not
To whine, to cry
To just sob, “Why?”
To be mad and distraught
And so Weenie grew to be a man
And became one of few
Who understood
It did no good
To whine and cry and stew
When others hoped that magic would
Prevent their lives decline
Silent Weenie
Would just refrain
And DO instead of whine
Or will he????
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