till the soil
sow the seed
wait for rain
But some just like to complain
Some tend the sick
guide the blind
feed the famished
ease the pain
But some just like to complain
Some choose to work
with their back
with their hands
with their brain
But some just like to complain
We could talk to them
plead with them
try to explain
but I think it would all be in vain
Because some just like to complain