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.