Would you like to swing on a rope
Noosed up high without any hope
Dangle like some weird shower soap
Or would you rather be alive..

Alive can be troublesome with sorrows and tears
Loaded with pains, regrets, and fears
Lots of times traumatic, or a hard luck streak
Hidden are fortunes that you try to seek..
But if you keep a strong faith shield..you'll survive
Even feel lucky, you're alive

Or would you rather swing on a rope
Take the quick way out like a dope
Give up on life's long slippery slope,
Or would you rather fight and strive..

To strive is a precious gift we find from within,
Too easy, can be a real disgrace
We get no directions when we pop at birth
Just challenges, struggles, and a spot on earth
But if we follow our dream and have the drive,
We can grow stronger, and survive..

Or would you rather swing on a rope
Just give up, admit you can't cope
Be a bum bee.. shun "yes", for "nope"
Or would you rather build a hive

The bees and the ants know how to toe down and work
They deal with us giants, and don't shirk
Stop and smell the roses, watch those insects go
They can't communicate, but they sure know..
The secret to happy livin' they possess
And never seem to bear no stress..

Mimic the monkey down at the zoo
He's content, uninhibited, too
We can learn from them, me and you,
And not be deader than last Pope,
Not end up swingin' on a rope..