I search for Happiness

But he's nowhere to be

Found

I sense him, smell him, 

Search for him like a

Hound

But after a while,

I see the pigs and call it

Quits

And hungry, I travel back

Home, for I have no

Wits

And once more I am kissed

Sadness at my doorstep, with

Rings

As I'm dressed up with the 

Finest clothes, and the fattest cattle, it

Stings