Somebody

Somebody thinks the world all wrong, And never lias :i word in lts praise; .Somebody singa thewnole day long, Likes the world and all its v. Somebody saya It's a queer old place, Where none oL the people do as they hliuuld, Then, somebody thinks it full of grace, And wouldn't changc the folks if be eould. Somebody calis it cruel and cold, Full of sin, and sorrow, and pain, VVhere life is bnt a eeareb Eorgold, And souls are losl in sellish gato, Somebody merrlly laughs - and cries, "Hurrah tor rad) a dear oíd eartb, Success shall erown the man who tries To niake liis mark by bonest worth." Bomebody eroans and shakes his head, Culis bis lot a wretchcd one; Somebody wisln s tbat he wero dead, 'Canse soniebody elsc Uas all the fun. Bnt still, T faney, you're sure to l'md, ''h ,' goodorevü, or pain or care, ( )ne eirtain toet - so make up yonr mind, That- somebody always gels bis sbare. - -