This song really speaks to me:
Any time you hear the thunder rumble down,
Don’t let Hope tumble down, or castles crumble down.
If the blues appear, just make the best of them,
Just make a jest of them, don’t be possessed of them.
At the risk of sounding like there’s platitude in us,
Here’s what I believe should be the attitude in us.
Aaaa sunny disposith will always see you through.
When up-above the skies are black, sad, all being blue.
Mr. Trouble always makes our faces long.
But a song will have him saying so-long!
[Wooster: Do you know what I look for in a song Jeeves?
Jeeves: Aaa, not precisely Sir, no, though, I have often speculated!
Wooster: A spot of philosophy, Jeeves. Something to make you think. Just you listen to this …]
It really doesn’t pay, to be a gloomy pill,
Its absolutely most redic, positively sill.
The rain may pitter-patter, it really doesn’t matter,
For life can be delish with a sunny dispositish ….
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX66cldEBKU&feature=relmfu] start at 1:16 :)