Franklin P. Adams - Thoughts on the Cosmos lyrics

I I do not hold with him who thinks The world is jonahed by a jinx; That everything is sad and sour, And life a withered hothouse flower. II I hate the Polyanna pest Who says that All Is for the Best, And hold in high, unhidden scorn Who sees the Rose, nor feels the Thorn. III I do not like extremists who Are like the pair in (I) and (II); But how I hate the wabbly gink, Like me, who knows not what to think!