Don't you trouble trouble
Till trouble troubles you.
Don't you look for trouble;
Let trouble look for you.
Don't you borrow sorrow;
You'll surely have your share.
He who dreams of sorrow
Will find that sorrow's there.
Don't you hurry worry
By worrying lest it come.
To flurry is to worry,
'Twill miss you if you're mum.
If care you've got to carry
Wait till 'tis at the door;
For he who runs to meet it
Takes up the load before.
If minding will not mend it,
Then better not to mind;
The best thing is to end it--
Just leave it all behind.
Who feareth hath forsaken
The Heavenly Father's side;
What he hath undertaken
He surely will provide.
The very birds reprove thee
With all their happy song;
The very flowers teach thee
That fretting is a wrong.
"Cheer up," the sparrow chirpeth,
"Thy Father feedeth me;
Think how much more he careth,
O lonely child, for thee!"
"Fear not," the flowers whisper;
"Since thus he hath arrayed
The buttercup and daisy,
How canst thou be afraid?"
Then don't you trouble trouble,
Till trouble troubles you;
You'll only double trouble,
And trouble others too.