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