We’re queer folks here. We’ll talk about the weather, The good times we have had together, The good times near, The roses buddin’, an’ the bees
In the corner she’s left the mechanical… On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine; The things that I thought she would rea… Don’t seem to be quite in her line. There’s the flaxen-haired doll that is l…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all: The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shade, The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never miss
Don’t want medals on my breast, Don’t want all the glory, I’m not worrying greatly lest The world won’t hear my story. A chance to dream beside a stream
When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason
The bright spots in my life are when the… Although that grim disturbance brings a… The week between the old girl’s’ reign a… Is one that’s filled with happiness and… The charm of living’s back again—a charm…
I have no wish to rail at fate, And vow that I’m unfairly treated; I do not give vent to my hate Because at times I am defeated. Life has its ups and downs, I know,
We understand a lot of things we never d… And it seems that to each other Ma and… I don’t know how to say it, but since li… We have learned that to be happy we must… You can share your joys and pleasures, b…
Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad, An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbo…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was done; And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee, A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow, And in sorrowful tones she tells me how She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-day’
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the… And looking back we smile to see life’s… The little sprigs of mignonette that smi… The pansy and the violet, too sweet, we… The gentle mother by the door caresses s…
A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world of ours Ain’t the works of art on the gallery wa… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust spring… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow mines…
I’ve’ felt some little thrills of pride,… Along the pleasant lanes of life to hear… No great distinction have I claimed, bu… Some satisfactions sweet have come to br… But of the joyous thrills of life the fi…
‘Men will grow weary,’ said the Lord, ‘Of working for their bed and board. They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard
Show the flag and let it wave As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze As a sign for each who sees That beneath it, where it rides,
It’s good to have the trees again, the s… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom as lov… It’s good that we can feel again the tou… For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, hav… The roses haven’t changed a bit, nor hav…
To serve my country day by day At any humble post I may; To honor and respect her flag, To live the traits of which I brag; To be American in deed
The road to laughter beckons me, The road to all that’s best; The home road where I nightly see The castle of my rest; The path where all is fine and fair,
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each… The burdens they are bearing, with a chi… Of course the cost of living has gone so… And our kids are wearing garments that m… Now my father wasn’t wealthy, but I nev…
The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you are,
I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wea… With never the trace of a sigh, The things on a shelf that I’d like for… I never regret I can’t buy. I can go through the town passing store…
The mother on the sidewalk as the troops… Is the mother of Old Glory that is wavi… Men have fought to keep it splendid, men… But that flag was born of woman and her… ’Tis her sacrifice has made it, and once…
The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and red, In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
The stick-together families are happier… Than the brothers and the sisters who ta… The gladdest people living are the whole… A circle at the fireside that no power b… And the finest of conventions ever held…
If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to tell I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day
Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray, Laughter and tears as we tread on our wa… Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that… Eyes that are misty and eyes that are br… Losses and gains in the heat of the stri…
If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to play; If he does always what he can
Last year he wanted building blocks, And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuff
The dead friends live and always will; Their presence hovers round us still. It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel
Laughter sort o’ settles breakfast bette… Found it, somehow in my travels, cure fo… When the hired help have riled me with t… An’ I’m bilin’ mad an’ cussin’ an’ my t… If the calf gets me to laughin’ while th…
If I had lived in Franklin’s time I’m… Beholding him out in the rain, a kite ab… And noticing upon its tail the barn door… Would, with the scoffers on the street,… And with a sneer upon my lips I would h…
The pathway of the living is our ever-pr… Let us do our best to smooth it and to m… Let us travel it with kindness, let’s be… And give unto the living what we’d offer… The pathway of the living we can beautif…
The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter
We’ve raised a flagpole on the farm And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it’s another touch of charm That seems to cheer the passer-by, But more than that, no matter where
There are different kinds of heroes, the… They get their pictures printed, and the… There are heroes known to glory that wer… In the service of their country and to k… There are brave men in the trenches, the…
When I was a boy, and it chanced to rai… Mother would always watch for me; She used to stand by the window pane, Worried and troubled as she could be. And this was the question I used to hea…
I am eager once more to feel easy, I’m weary of thinking of dress; I’m heartily sick of stiff collars, And trousers the tailor must press. I’m eagerly waiting the glad days—
My grandpa is the finest man Excep’ my pa. My grandpa can Make kites an’ carts an’ lots of things You pull along the ground with strings, And he knows all the names of birds,
The train of cars that Santa brought is… While pa was showing how they went he br… They used to run around a track’at least… Would let me take them in my hands an’ w… I could ’a’ had some fun with 'em, if on…
You think that the failures are many, You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the penny, And not by the good that men do. You judge men by standards of treasure
She said she was sorry the weather was b… The night that she asked us to dine; And she really appeared inexpressibly sa… Because she had hoped 'twould be fine. She was sorry to hear that my wife had a…
I’ve trod the links with many a man, And played him club for club; ’Tis scarce a year since I began And I am still a dub. But this I’ve noticed as we strayed
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled out The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
The little old man with the curve in his… And the eyes that are dim and the skin t… So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on h… With a thin little voice that goes ‘crac… Never goes to the store but that right a…
Last night I got to thinkin’ of the ple… When I still had on knee breeches, an’… An’ my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma an’… But I know I didn’t like it—either velv… It was far too girlish for me, for I wa…
Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
There never was a family without its hom… With legs a little longer than the ordin… An’ a shock of hair that brush an’ comb… An’ hands that somehow never seem to kno… The one with freckled features and a nos…
I do not quarrel with the gas, Our modern range is fine, The ancient stove was doomed to pass From Time’s grim firing line, Yet now and then there comes to me
You can boast your round of pleasures, p… Where the orchestra is playing to the ra… And your after-opera dinner you may thin… But that can’t compare, I’m certain, to… When I reach my little dwelling—source,…
‘The world is against me,’ he said with… ‘Somebody stops every scheme that I try… The world has me down and it’s keeping m… I don’t get a chance. Oh, the world is… When a fellow is poor then he can’t get…
I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not strong; I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to bed;
The world is filled with bustle and with… It is filled with restless people that a… You can read it in their faces; they are… When they’ll come to fame and fortune an… And I think as I behold them, though it…
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with me
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
