Mostly I’m happy
There’s something I’m rarely without.
My supply of it doesn’t run out.
I use it, yet there’s more, and to spare.
It’s something I like to share.
It’s with me wherever I go.
What is it? Do you know?
My laugh!
I’m laughing. Why?
I’m just happy I am I!
Mother’s here, home from the store.
She can come in—if I open the door!
Shall I?
1 smile, though I feel quite shy.
I’ll get to talking, by and by.
Daddy came to school. He came to see: my room, my desk, my pictures—
and me!
I’m happy, though I don’t show it.
I feel nice inside, and I know it.
My laugh is tucked away just now.
But soon I’ll smile. For Daddy knows how to make dragons roar, goblins
rumble, and bears sort of mumble mumble mumble.
