What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.
Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.