Don't you cry, now don't you fuss I know you'll like it here with us Though sometimes things seem awfully bad Don't be sorry, don't be sad
For every raindrop, there's a seed That'll sprout a sunflower or a weed The world is filled with things to do There's fiddles and flutes and diggery-doos
There's trees to climb and seas to sail, Bumps and bruises, then there's Yale. Music, art, nature and food Swimming in the river in the nude
There's boils, pimples, plagues and frogs Termites, roaches, sewers that clog Though every rose has a thorny side, I think that you'll be satisfied For every freeze, there's a thaw Or a wagging tail or a hairy paw You've got flowers in the yard Tomatoes in the garden and St. Bernards
You've got youth, then you get a little older Heat waves, sun stroke, it gets colder Dogs will bark in the middle of the night They'll wake you up, but that's all right
There's beavers, beetles, bees and seals Bugs and slugs and snakes and eels Measles, mumps, fever and flu Stomach aches, heartbreaks, sunburn, too