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 aver For while we've a whole lot of troubles The most of them never occur.
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.
