Wearing colorful clothes and a blue checked tartan cap
He did seem to me quite a happy young chap
With a big smile on his face though the morning sky gray
The stranger who greeted me with a cheerful good day
He whistled a tune as he walked down the street
And though perhaps him again i may never more meet
I will recall him as one who seemed carefree
A carrier of joy who makes friends easily
I bet in his travels in life his friends in numbers grow
Since people like him others do wish to know
The sky overcast it was threatening to rain
He whistled on the street as he walked to the train
He carries joy with him and spreads it around
Wherever he will be at happiness will be found.
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