This personal philosophy has been a bud of mine since my kidhood days of 1907...or was that 1807?
"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.
Creeping, crawling bit by bit
That tiny spider would not quit
Kept on climbin' and it kept on tryin'
'Til the sun came shinin' through."
(Whenever you sing this song, don't forget the hand motions. If you believe they are silly, shame on you! Would you call a neat widdle kid, silly?)
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