The Chip on Your Shoulder

You'll learn when you're older that chip on your shoulder

Which you dare other boys to upset,

And stand up and fight for and struggle and smite for,

Has caused you much shame and regret.

When Time, life's adviser, has made you much wiser,

You wo n't be so quick with the blow;

You wo n't be so willing to fight for a shilling,

And change a good friend to a foe.

You wo n't be a sticker for trifles, and bicker

And quarrel for nothing at all;

You'll grow to be kinder, more thoughtful and blinder

To faults which are petty and small.

You wo n't take the trouble your two fists to double

When someone your pride may offend;

When with rage now you bristle you'll smile or you'll whistle,

And keep the good will of a friend.

You'll learn when you're older that chip on your shoulder

Which proudly you battle to guard,

Has frequently shamed you and often defamed you

And left you a record that's marred!

When you've grown calm and steady, you wo n't be so ready

To fight for a difference that's small,

For you'll know, when you're older that chip on your shoulder

Is only a chip after all.