If you were busy being kind,
Before you knew it, you would find
You’d soon forget to think ‘twas true
That someone was unkind to you.
If you were busy being glad,
And cheering people who are sad,
Although your heart might ache a bit,
You’d soon forget to notice it.
If you were busy being good,
And doing just the best you could,
You’d not have time to blame some man
Who’s just doing the best he can.
If you were busy being right,
You’d find yourself too busy quite
To criticise your neighbour long
Because he’s busy being wrong.
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