Bill Jones was cynical and sad;
He thought sincerity was rare;
Most people, Bill believed, were bad
And few were fair.
He said that cheating was the rule;
That nearly everything was fake;
That nearly all, both knave and fool,
Were on the make.
Jim Brown was cheerful as the sun;
He thought the world a lovely place,
Exhibiting to every one
A smiling face.
He thought that every man was fair;
He had no cause to sob or sigh;
He said that everything was square
As any die.
Dear reader, would you rather be
Like Jim, not crediting the ill,
Joyous in your serenity,
Or right, like Bill?
