When you muse on oppressive thoughts:
Your lips, curved in a smile, tightens into a thin line
Your erect spine curls into a stoop
Your straight shoulders sag into a handle
Your bright eyes droop sadly
Your chirpy voice drags away
Your jaunty steps turn into a heavy tread
Your expressive hands become mute:
In short, your spirit shrinks.
Why cling to oppressive thoughts?
Break away, and feel a new energy
Tuck into a nice thought now
Turn your smile on again
Square your shoulders, and stand upright
Look ahead, and let your eye shine
Croon a little, animate your hands
And bring on your perky stride
In short, Liberate Yourself, and Go, Rock!