Though life is made up of mere bubbles 'Tis better than many aver For while we've a whole lot of troubles The most of them never occur.
He growled at morning noon and night And trouble sought to borrow Although today the sky was bright He knew t'would storm tomorrow A thought of joy he could not stand And struggled to resist it...
Though life is made up of mere bubbles 'Tis better than many have For while we've a whole lot of troubles The most of them never occur.