A WORLD WITHOUT CARE

THERE’S a song that is sweet And a whistle that’s clear; There’s a dog at his feet And another one near; There’s a fish in the brook And a line that is whirled, There’s a worm on a hook— All is well with the world. There’s a rock that has slipped From the bank to the brink, There’s a hat that is dipped In the brook for a drink; There’s a line that is cast Where an eddy is swirled, There’s a fat perch caught fast— All is well with the world. There’s a heartful of joy And a handful of fish, There’s a satisfied boy Glad as gladness could wish; There are leaves green and cool Where the fat perch is curled, There are more in the pool— All is well with the world. There’s an angler come home At the close of the day, There’s a chirp in the gloam Of a whistle so gay, There’s a monster near-caught Where the foam danced and curled, There’s a meal piping hot— All is well with the world.