To All Do Gooders: There's tale of a lady, Named Patience N. Dwyers, And, I'm anxious, So, tell us, Of the rumors. Chorus: No matter, What you have to endure, You have to endure, Isn't that for sure? No matter what, You have to endure, You have to endure, Isn't that for sure? Theirs pale to the lady, Named Patience N. Dwyers, "Time's precious, To us all, Dispel rumors," Says, Patience N. Dwyers. Chorus Patience endures, As it must, Patience endures, But, if just... In trust, Patience N. Dwyers Chorus