Don't You Cry, Now Don't You Fuss

Don't you cry, now don't you fuss

I know you'll like it here with us

Though sometimes things seem awfully bad

Don't be sorry, don't be sad

For every raindrop, there's a seed

That'll sprout a sunflower or a weed

The world is filled with things to do

There's fiddles and flutes and diggery-doos

There's trees to climb and seas to sail,

Bumps and bruises, then there's Yale.

Music, art, nature and food

Swimming in the river in the nude

There's boils, pimples, plagues and frogs

Termites, roaches, sewers that clog

Though every rose has a thorny side,

I think that you'll be satisfied

For every freeze, there's a thaw

Or a wagging tail or a hairy paw

You've got flowers in the yard

Tomatoes in the garden and St. Bernards

You've got youth, then you get a little older

Heat waves, sun stroke, it gets colder

Dogs will bark in the middle of the night

They'll wake you up, but that's all right

There's beavers, beetles, bees and seals

Bugs and slugs and snakes and eels

Measles, mumps, fever and flu

Stomach aches, heartbreaks, sunburn, too