He's thought about this,
And he's thought about that,
And nothing ever seems changed.
Perhaps there's no thinking involved at all,
In how their lives are arranged.

He's thought about love,
And thought about hate,
He's pondered on early and
Figured on late.
Yet everything goes as before.
He fears if you add it all at
The end, there isn't even a score.

So think if you must and
Calculate chance, but be careful,--
You may miss attending the dance.