Go Fan Yourself.When moist with perspiration,When the mercury is high,When stung to aggravation,When your tongue and lips are dryThen fretting’s worse than folly,Rather let this be your rule—Shake off all melancholy,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.Go fan yourself, cease growling,Just remember who you are;Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,It will pay you better far.If toiling melts your collars,Recollect that life’s a school—That all the lucky scholarsWin the prize by keeping cool.Go fan yourself when heated,Set the motto to a tune,And let it be repeatedThough December ’tis or June;Since mortal man is fickleAnd his brother oft doth fool,Just keep the saw in pickle,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.—George M. Vickers.
Go Fan Yourself.When moist with perspiration,When the mercury is high,When stung to aggravation,When your tongue and lips are dryThen fretting’s worse than folly,Rather let this be your rule—Shake off all melancholy,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.Go fan yourself, cease growling,Just remember who you are;Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,It will pay you better far.If toiling melts your collars,Recollect that life’s a school—That all the lucky scholarsWin the prize by keeping cool.Go fan yourself when heated,Set the motto to a tune,And let it be repeatedThough December ’tis or June;Since mortal man is fickleAnd his brother oft doth fool,Just keep the saw in pickle,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.—George M. Vickers.
When moist with perspiration,When the mercury is high,When stung to aggravation,When your tongue and lips are dryThen fretting’s worse than folly,Rather let this be your rule—Shake off all melancholy,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.Go fan yourself, cease growling,Just remember who you are;Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,It will pay you better far.If toiling melts your collars,Recollect that life’s a school—That all the lucky scholarsWin the prize by keeping cool.Go fan yourself when heated,Set the motto to a tune,And let it be repeatedThough December ’tis or June;Since mortal man is fickleAnd his brother oft doth fool,Just keep the saw in pickle,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.—George M. Vickers.
When moist with perspiration,When the mercury is high,When stung to aggravation,When your tongue and lips are dryThen fretting’s worse than folly,Rather let this be your rule—Shake off all melancholy,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.Go fan yourself, cease growling,Just remember who you are;Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,It will pay you better far.If toiling melts your collars,Recollect that life’s a school—That all the lucky scholarsWin the prize by keeping cool.Go fan yourself when heated,Set the motto to a tune,And let it be repeatedThough December ’tis or June;Since mortal man is fickleAnd his brother oft doth fool,Just keep the saw in pickle,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.—George M. Vickers.
When moist with perspiration,
When the mercury is high,
When stung to aggravation,
When your tongue and lips are dry
Then fretting’s worse than folly,
Rather let this be your rule—
Shake off all melancholy,
Go and fan yourself—keep cool.
Go fan yourself, cease growling,Just remember who you are;Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,It will pay you better far.If toiling melts your collars,Recollect that life’s a school—That all the lucky scholarsWin the prize by keeping cool.
Go fan yourself, cease growling,
Just remember who you are;
Stop snarling, snapping, scowling,
It will pay you better far.
If toiling melts your collars,
Recollect that life’s a school—
That all the lucky scholars
Win the prize by keeping cool.
Go fan yourself when heated,Set the motto to a tune,And let it be repeatedThough December ’tis or June;Since mortal man is fickleAnd his brother oft doth fool,Just keep the saw in pickle,Go and fan yourself—keep cool.—George M. Vickers.
Go fan yourself when heated,
Set the motto to a tune,
And let it be repeated
Though December ’tis or June;
Since mortal man is fickle
And his brother oft doth fool,
Just keep the saw in pickle,
Go and fan yourself—keep cool.
—George M. Vickers.