The battles for the pickle dish on… The Uno Pedro Club is first and… It started off auspiciously, witho… Good Mrs. Green put all at ease b… Then Mrs. Johnson graciously kiss…

When The Minister Calls My Paw says that it used to be, Whenever the minister came for tea… ‘At they sat up straight in their… An’ put all their common things ou…

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…

When night time comes an’ I can g… Back to the folks who love me so, An’ see 'em smile an’ hear 'em sin… An’ feel their kisses, then, by ji… I vow this world is mighty fine

‘The worst is yet to come:’ So wail the doubters glum, But here’s the better view; ‘My best I’ve yet to do.’ The worst some always fear;

Some day the world will need a man… And somewhere, as a little boy, th… Within some humble home, no doubt,… Now climbs upon his father’s knee… And when shall come that call for…

IF the song I have to sing Is a dreary, gloomy thing, I would rather silent be; If I cannot sing of cheer, I will never let you hear

There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street

GIVE me a single day, I ask no m… From dawn to dusk, ah, that is tim… To reach the goal that I am striv… There is no need of further puttin… The little deeds of kindness I ma…

My big brother will git you fer th… He’ll shine up your eye and he’ll… You’d better watch out in the morn… Will be lookin’ fer you, jes’ for… You can slap me an’ cuff me

‘I’m never alone in the garden,' h… never alone with the flowers. It seems like I’m meeting the won… out here with these blossoms of ou… An’ there’s never a bush or a plan…

We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…

How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;

If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason