Classic Poem

I grumble over life:
I grumble over meat:
I carp at everything,
For I find grumbling sweet.

Like to a pinch of salt
To me is bitter strife,
It gives, if nothing else,
A fiery thirst for life.

You think it wrong to squabble?
What would you have life be?
'Tis either endless struggle
Or endless misery!

I grumble over life,
For my nature is to grumble:
I do not feel at all
Happy in being humble.

And as for those who think
Me silly so to do,
I laugh again at them:
And then they grumble, too!