Forget it

If you see a strong fellow ahead of the crowd,
A leader of men, marching fearless, not cowed,
And you know of a tale whose mere telling aloud
Would cause this wise head to in anguish be bowed,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a skeleton hidden away
In a closet, and guarded and kept from the day
In the dark, whose showing, whose sudden display
Would cause grief and sorrow and life-long dismay,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a spot in the life of a friend,
(We all have such spots concealed, world without end),
Whose touching his heartstrings would play on and rend
Till the shame of its showing no grieving could mend,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know anything that will darken the joy
Of a man or a woman, a girl or a boy,
That will wipe out a smile or the least way annoy
A fellow, or cause any gladness to cloy,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.