Foolish Wedding Bells

When you are feeling out of gear
And blue as indigo;
The world devoid of any cheer,
Your spirits rather low;
Now this is what you ought to do, and that without delay:
Go seek the matrimonial mart — get married right away.
For men they come, and men they go,
Don't wait until to-morrow;
For those who wait too long may know
A spinster's lot is sorrow.
Shut your eyes! grab a prize!
Choose a male at the bargain sale.
To single joys your last farewells,
And ring those foolish wedding-bells.