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It Might Be Worse
When the job on which you're toiling gets your goat;
When you curse the grip of poverty and such;
When existence seems to have you by the throat;
As you daily stagger onward in its clutch;
When it seems that Fate has nicked you good and hard
Where you've only known the run of Fortune's frowns;
When you figure with a curse Life could offer nothing worse,
Well, suppose that you'd been drafted by the Browns, Old Dog,
Just suppose that you'd been drafted by the Browns?
When they have you on the run across the trail;
When they copper every bet you try to make;
When you start out in the morning dull and stale,
And the boss begins to brand you as a fake;
When they double cross or slam you on the bean
In the dizzy whirl of Fortune's ups and downs---
Ere you figure with a roar Life has nothing worse in store,
Just suppose that you'd been drafted by the Browns, Old Dog,
Just suppose that you've been drafted by the Browns?
Grantland Rice, 1913
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