Laugh and the glad world laughs with you,
Weep and the sad World will sigh!
Mirth is our Life’s true Elixir;
It shows you’re a “Regular Guy!”
There’s nothing so banishes worry,
nor puts such a big crimp in sin;
Nor smooths out the wrinkles of trouble,
Like a jolly old Jesterman’s grin!
It rolls off the years from your shoulders,
You’ll forget that you’ve grown to be men!
Your youth turns once again to embrace you,
For you’ve grown to be schoolboys again!
So, if you’ve got grouches, don’t bring ’em,
It’s your laugh and your joke that we need;
For Mirth is the Doctor of Trouble,
And Laughter the Jesterman’s Creed.
— author unknown (to Stanczyk)