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MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun, Eyes that sparkle like the sun; Mouth that’s always in a smile, Hands in trouble all the while. Tugging this and tugging that,
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
I like ‘em, in the winter when the… I like ’em in the spring time when… But when summer suns have tanned '… I somehow think the children make… When they’re brown as little berri…
Somebody said that it couldn’t be… But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he w… Who wouldn’t say so till he’d trie… So he buckled right in with the tr…
I may never be a hero, I am past… There are pencil marks of silver… I shall win no service medals, I… I shall never fight a battle highe… But I hope my children’s children…
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
Luck had a favor to bestow And wondered where to let it go. ‘No lazy man on earth,’ said she, ‘Shall get this happy gift from me… ’I will not pass it to the man
When a fellow’s feeling blue, And is troubled, through and throu… With a melancholy feeling That he cannot seem to shake, When his plans have gone astray
I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear
I sink my piers to the solid rock, And I send my steel to the sky, And I pile up the granite, block… Full twenty stories high; Nor wind nor weather shall wash aw…
He little knew the sorrow that was… He never guessed they’d miss him,… He couldn’t see his mother or the… Or the tears that started falling… And he couldn’t see his father, si…
I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise
There are little eyes upon you, an… There are little ears that quickly… There are little hands all eager t… And a little boy that’s dreaming o… You’re the little fellow’s idol, y…
SAY, young fellow, just a minute, They 're your first long trousers,… And your little gray knee breeches Are forever put away. And your blouses and your stocking…
It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its… Than to hang back and shirk and to… And let the flag sink out of view. It is better to give up this life