Maybe a little bit of humor will cheer up those who are depressed about things. It cheered me up:
From Concordia Theological Q-Party (2001), a little ditty that I wrote:
Desperate Vicar (Sung to the tune of Desperado).
Desp’rate vicar why don’t you come to your senses,
Your vic’rage is ending and you’re still alone.
You blew your chances when you told her, “I’ve got the gift.”
You’re going back to sem-in-ary single again.
Don’t you date a pietistic gal she’ll tame you if she’s able
You know an ortho-babe is always your best bet.
Well you turned away some fine ones but you’ll have no one to whine to
‘Cause your other single friends, they’ve all become…
(Your) married buddies…
Well you don’t see them around much.
Their pain and their hunger no longer annoy.
And marriage, oh marriage, well that’s just some friends a-talkin’
Your prison is walkin through this sem all alone.
Don’t your dorms get cold in the winter time
The heat’s too hot and the air’s too dry
You can hardly rise from bed in the morning
The food and jokes are growing old
And your motivation all but goes…Away…
(with) senioritis, it’s really dulling your senses.
The papers seem endless, but you just don’t care.
You may be single,
But you know you can’t run forever.
You’d better let somebody love you…
let somebody love you you’d better let somebody love you…
Before its to—oo late.