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There’s a town called

Don’t-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile;
Where the Cheer up and be Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
Where the never Grumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne’er-give up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.
In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of no Fret Hill.
There are thoroughfares delightful
In this very charming town,
And on every hand are shade trees
Named the Very Seldom Frown.
Rustic benches quite enticing
You’ll find scattered here and there,
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-Earnest Prayer.
Everybody there is happy,
And is singing all the while,

In the town of Don’t-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile.
Rev I.J.Bartlett