There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it’s no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won’t roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We’ll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We’re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
- Noel Coward
PS: 'Noel' anagrammates to 'lone' which makes 'Noel Coward' 'Lone Coward'.