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I KNOW the rose will bloom again As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then To sing his merry tune. I know the wintry cold will pass,
Tuggin’ at your bottle, An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an’ gooin’
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…
Don’t worry, little girl, Don’t you let one golden curl Get awry. Don’t you ever let appear E’en the symbol of a tear
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
I have a kindly neighbor, one who… Beside my gate and chats with me a… Gives me the glory of his radiant… And comes at times to help with wi… No station high or rank this man c…
I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun
When a cake is nicely frosted and… And it looks as trim and proper as… Would it puzzle you at evening as… To find the chocolate missing from… As you viewed the cake in sorrow w…
Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…
The little path that leads to home… That is the road for me, I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see. With thoroughfares the world is li…
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with…
Apples on the table an’ the grate-… Oh, I’m sure the whole world hasn… The Mother sittin’ mendin’ little… An’ tellin’ all that’s happened th… Oh, I don’t know how to say it, b…
So easy to say what another should… So easy to settle his cares, So easy to tell him what roads to… And dispose of the burdens he bear… It is easy to bid him be brave and…