When I’ve lost my temper,
I’ve lost my reason too.
I’m never proud of anything,
Which I angrily do.

When I’ve talked in anger,
And my cheeks are flaming red,
I’ve always uttered something,
Which I wish I’d not said.

In fury I’ve never,
Done a kindly deed or wise,
But many things for which I felt,
I should apologize.

In looking back across my life,
And all I’ve lost or made,
I can’t recall a single instance,
When fury ever paid.