There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…

If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to te… I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day

The child world is a wondrous worl… For there the flags of hate are fu… And there the imps of wickedness Cause neither sorrow nor distress. And there is never strife for gold…

Home is the place where the laught… And man should be found at his bes… Let the cares of the day be as gre… The night has been fashioned for r… So leave at the door when the toil…

NEVER so happy as when I ‘m at… I ’m not so anxious to wander or r… Rather sit down with the folks who… With somebody’s youngster astride… And gallop him off to the wonderfu…

I’ve told about the times that Ma… And how we have to hustle round fo… But there’s another care we know t… I guess it happens easily a dozen… It starts when first the postman t…

IT is Slumberland time, and the s… And the sea is now golden and stil… And the big yellow moon has come u… And the Sandman is home from the… The fairy boat waits for my baby t…

WALL have fights to make with se… And these are the bitterest fights… Worse than the fight for a hoard o… Is the fight to master our vices s… Worse than the fight on the battle…

I LIKE the homes where a Teddy… Monopolizes the best arm chair, Where the sofa a rag doll occupies And a train of cars in the corner… For those are the signs that the h…

IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd… To every hovel where there lies a… I’d drive my reindeer over roofs t… I ‘d seek the tenements where slee… Where rags are stuffed in broken p…

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’

We got to talking art one day, dis… How some can match with brush and… And some in stone can catch the th… While others seem to have no way t… Old Blake had sat in silence ther…

When a little baby dies And the wee form silent lies, And the little cheeks seem waxen And the little hands are still, Then your soul gives way to treaso…

He didn’t seem to care for work, h… His speech was slow and commonplac… And yet until the war broke out yo… For nothing in his make-up or his… He seemed indifferent to the world…