When the sky is a bright canary yellow
I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen-
So they call me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green!
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead-
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist,
And I can't get it into my head.
I hear the human race
Is falling on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But ev'ry whipoorwill
Is selling me a bill
And telling me it just ain't so!
I could say that life is just a bowl of Jell-O
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I'm stuck like a dope,
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart!
Oscar Hammerstein II - South Pacific
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