Fear not the Weeper

No matter the Calamities and Complaints that beset our world, I am not depressed, nor do I feel despair. What is my secret? I just whistle. Whistle? Yes, whistle. Like the seven unemployed dwarfs in a Disney remake of Snow White, I whistle.

Just whistle while you walk,
Do-dee do, do, do, do, do!
Just whistle while you walk,
Pass the graveyard.
(Pass the graveyard)

If you're feeling blue,

With no work to do,
'Cause the man laid you off,
Just whistle as you walk...
Pass the graveyard.

Should you find you're in despair,
Because you're totally aware.
Go ahead, just deny.
Live life on the fly --
Pass the graveyard.

If you were a Nigerian,
You’d be happy just to own a hen.
And when the militias came,
Not to be the ball in a game --
At the graveyard.
(In the graveyard)

If there’s a planetary war,
And you’re terrified to the core,
Just put on your boots and do skiddoo
And whistle! Yes, whistle.
Pass the graveyard!

They say VX is a gas
That will really kill you fast.

As you cough up all your cares...
Don’t argue life ain't fair...
Lay your cards on the table
And whistle (if you're able)...

Uh...

Say you're dead and just don't know!
Then continue with the flow,
And Go...
Past, the Graveyard!
(Get Past, the Graveyard)

(Done with Rockette style kicks)

Turn your Depression upside down.
Wear a smile, hardly ever frown!
Do as we do and whoop-we-doo
And whistle! Yes, whistle.
Past the graveyard.

Do-dee Doo-doo do!

This could be a duet between a Basso profundo and an Alto, tremble-a-lot-oh. It should be sung to the tune of, well, ah, Stairway to Heaven.