Gloom! Gloom! Gloom!
I can't see the Room for the Gloom
Is there anything else in this Room...
   but Gloom ?
How can I bloom with all this Gloom
   in the Room ?
How can I find my Vroom Vroom ?
I start a poem "Too soon! Too soon!"
And then it stops
And then there's Gloom
Fetch me a Broom that I might sweep
   away all this Gloom
If only there was something else in the
   Room... if only.

Doom! Doom! Doom!
How did you get in the Room ?
Who let the Doom in ?
The Doom is in the Room... Again!!!
Doom! Leave the Gloom alone
Doom!! Put the Gloom down
Doom!!! I'm warning you now!

Shall I fume, shall I fume ?
Locked in here with the Gloom and
   Doom
No! I shan't fume
They'd only say he's too far goon
   (ouch!)
What I need is a boom, a big big
   Boom!
A Big Bang a boom boom Boom!
A Boom BOOM enough to fill the
   whole Room
With that kind of BOOM!
I could take off to the Moon
Then I'd sing a different tune
There'd be no more Gloom and Doom.

But then, where would they go, what
   would they do
Poor old Gloom and Little Doomy
They'd be out there in the cold with
   nowhere to go
Lost without any Roomy
They'd be looking in the window at me
   all sad and teary
My poor Old Gloom and my poor Little
   Doomy.

No! I love my Old Gloom and, I love
   my Little Doomy
I know what I'll do
I'll put the Boom in my Room with my
   Gloom and my Doom
And then we'll all have ourselves a
   HUGE party
A Big Blooming Booming Gloomy
    Doomy
A Big Bang a Bang a Boom Boom
   Boomy Doomy
We'll all have a Ball in no time at all
Down at the Old Gloom and Doomy.

I am stuck with gloom
Hardly leave my room
I can't win
I don't grin
I lay in bed til noon
I stay alone with gloom

When will flowers bloom
No sunlight with gloom
I drink gin
My head spin
I stumble round my room
I stumble round with gloom

My life days used to boom
Now they're filled with gloom
I don't sin
Don't get it in
I just wait for the tomb
Wait with my friend gloom

As Gloom gathers, in oncoming night,
from hills to streets it smothers the light.
The vile wind approaches a small country town,
it's stolid shadows feeding off of the fright.

Villagers panic at horrific sight.
They cry to the sky to be saved from their plight,
but Gloom cares not for a beggar's mercy;
to it, these peasants are simply a blight.

With Gloom ready to strike, hammer swinging to smite,
many heroes step forward, unarmed, poised to fight.
Small and meek, but strong of the mind,
their idea's and spirit does give them pure might.

They charge home at Gloom, turning wrong into right;
their stand 'cross the land causing hearts to ignite.
And when Gloom retreats to dismal dwellings,
the heroes rejoice! Now their souls can alight.