THE BOY THAT LAUGHS
I know a funny little boy — The happiest ever born ; His face is like a beam of joy, Although his clothes are torn. -I saw him tumble on his nose, - .And waited, for a, groanBut how he laughed ! Do you suppose He struck his funny-bone ? There's sunshine in each word he speaks, His laugh is something grand ; ' Its ripples overrun his cheeks Like waves on snowy sand.
He smiles the moment he awakes, And till the day is done ; The schoolroom for a joke he takes — His lessons are but fun. No. matter how the day "may. go, You cannot make him cry ; He's worth a dozen boys I know, Who pout and mope and sigh.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 7, 14 February 1907, Page 37
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120THE BOY THAT LAUGHS New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 7, 14 February 1907, Page 37
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