When you decide you love me
and you decide you care
You'll find yourself quite lonely
because I won't be there

He pushes my buttons.
On purpose.
Because he thinks it is funny.
I call him an *******.

He blames boredom.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames me,
for not paying enough attention to him.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames his ADHD.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames me,
for biting his head off.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He and I don’t speak for two days.
Until I forgive him,
for being an *******.

I get Grumpy.
That is to say,
I understand the dwarf.

Not that I don't get grumpy.
That is to say,
Become irritable.

In fact that is what we have in common,
Grumpy and I.
We both become irritable.

Except it's not that we are grumpy,
Grumpy and I.
Not really.

Grumpy and I are sick.
But people don't realize it,
Because it is not in the Sneezy kind of way.

Depression makes people,
And at least 1 in 7 dwarves,
Become irritable.

We get grumpy about ***** things,
Yell at our families,
Then get mad at ourselves for being grumpy.

There are other symptoms too,
Like being sleepy or sad.
But irritability is often overlooked.

What Grumpy and I really need,
But we're too Bashful to say so,
Is to see a Doc.

Because all any of us want,
Grumpy or not,
Is to be Happy.

The Morning starts with sleepy eyes
Fragrance floats on summer wind
Beneath the covers sorry sighs
Life is short, in death to end

The Noon is time for all to grow
Fragrance floats on summer wind
And sunlight hides the world’s shadow
Life is short, in death to end

Afternoon grows long and weary
Fragrance floats on summer wind
Every answer adds a query
Life is short, in death to end

Evening finds the sun now setting
Fragrance floats on summer wind
To use twilight for forgetting
Life is short, in death to end

In the Night the eyes will close
Fragrance floats on summer wind
For undetermined time to doze
Life was short, this is the end.