When I romp through life's grove/ When I've strived and I've stroved/ And nothing seems to matter.

When all is helpless and grim/ One's prospects are dim/ And the whole world seems to shatter.

There's still a comfort, a joy to be had/ Peculiar some, say, but of it I am glad/ When wolverines purr, I say egad!/ Though they growl and they gnaw/ You can't help but go "awww"/ Of their companionship, I could not be gladder.