THE TOWN OF DON'T YOU WORRY

There’s a town called Don’t- you-worry,
On the banks of River smile;
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
 
Where the Never-Grumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne’er-Give-Up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.
 
In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I-Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of No-Fret Hill.
 
There are thoroughfares delightful
In this very charming town,
And on every hand are shade trees
Named the very-Seldom-Frown.
 
Rustic benches quite enticing
You’ll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-Earnest-Prayer.
 
Everybody there is happy
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don’t-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile.
J. Bartlett