The Happy World

The bee is a rover; The brown bee is gay; To feed on the clover, He passes this way. Brown bee, humming over, What is it you say? "The world is so happy—so happy to-day!"

The martens have nested All under the eaves; The field-mice have jested And played in the sheaves; We have played, too, and rested, And none of us grieves, All over the wide world, who is it that grieves?