No point in complaining that life is unfair
When none wish to hear you and none seem to care
And they will tell you we have cares of our own
And far greater problems than your's we have known
But if you feel happy and full of good cheer
They ask you to join them and buy you a beer
The sweet lilt of laughter is an infectious thing
You are made to feel welcome when with you joy you do bring
If you feel sorry for yourself sadness is your due
Laugh and the World laughs with you remains ever true
The most likeable person you know in the town
Is never the one who is sad faced and down
The unhappy person his or her friends are few
To that you might say tell us something that is new.
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