While not a bad earworm, a poem by Graeme Edge of the Moody Blues comes to mind as I start laboring uphill. The title is Late Lament and it goes...
Late Lament
by
Graeme Edge
Breathe Deep, the gathering gloom.
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people sit back and lament,
Another day's useless energies spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for Love and has none.
A new mother picks up and suckles her son.
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold Hearted Orb which rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is Grey and Yellow, White
And yet, we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.
I think I place the emphasis on breathe deep and I would've included "and stop often."
Hikerhead, I can appreciate your earworm also. Good choice for you and I.