WE are little children, 

Full of life and play, 

Singing, ever singing, 

Songs so bright and gay; 

Should we not be happy 

In a world so fair? 

Love and joy and kindness 

Find we everywhere. 

Birdies in the treetops 

Sing us songs so sweet; 

Blossoms in the meadows 

Stay our busy feet; 

Winter clouds and snowstorms, 

Summer sunshine bright, 

Bring us sweetest pleasures, 

Fill us with delight.