[Scott from the Left Coast]

Yes, I have seen that many people here have some really nasty problems they are dealing with.

But my problem with my problem is that my attitude is bad. And a bad attitude should not be passed around too much.

[HairOfTheDog]

Your bad attitude will not harm us! We are like Tom Bombadil. We will sing your dark heart into submission!

"‘What?’ shouted Tom Bombadil, leaping up in the air. ‘Old Man Willow? Naught worse than that, eh? That can soon be mended. I know the tune for him. Old grey Willow-man! I’ll freeze his marrow cold, if he don’t behave himself. I’ll sing his roots off. "

[HairOfTheDog]

Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom’s going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dot! We’ll be waiting for you!