It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth,

When I Had Money, Money, O! I Knew No Joy Till I Went Poor; For Many A False Man As A Friend Came Knocking All Day At My Door.

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare. No Time To Stand Beneath The Boughs And Stare As Long As Sheep Or Cows. No Time To See, When Woods We Pass, Where Squirrels Hide Their Nuts In Grass. No Time To See, In Broad Daylight, Streams Full Of Stars, Like Skies At Night. No Time To Turn At Beauty's Glance, And Watch Her Feet, How They Can Dance. No Time To Wait Till Her Mouth Can Enrich That Smile Her Eyes Began. A Poor Life This If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

Yes, I Will Spend The Livelong Day With Nature In This Month Of May; And Sit Beneath The Trees, And Share My Bread With Birds Whose Homes Are There; While Cows Lie Down To Eat, And Sheep Stand To Their Necks In Grass So Deep; While Birds Do Sing With All Their Might, As Though They Felt The Earth In Flight.

But Cats To Me Are Strange, So Strange I Cannot Sleep If One Is Near.

Now Shall I Walk Or Shall I Ride? 'ride,' Pleasure Said; 'walk,' Joy Replied.