When the sun comes up and it's hidden by fog.
I know the day is going to be a dog.
I'm being followed by Bad Mojo, Bad Mojo, Bad Mojo.
When my first cup of tea has a spoonfull of coffee.
I know things are heading into the doom valley.
I'm being followed by Bad Mojo, Bad Mojo.
When my first post today is a silly little limerick.
I know that I'll soon be able to beat it.
I'm being followed by Bad Mojo.
When grumpy old clouds are chasing me around.
I sing a happy tune and my happiness is found.
The Bad Mojo has faded away, away, away.
That's how I chase the blues away, and how no cloud stands in my way.
I make the day bend to my will, and always manage to crest that hill.
I know it's a silly post, but it's all about adjusting my frame of mind. I feel much better now. This is going to be a great day.
Cheers!
