Sing a happy song
'cause spring does not last long
A flower blooms and then it's gone
Summer follows fast
Make hay while it lasts
Don't ever dwell upon the past
For one day you are here, and the next you are gone
Every horse has its year and every
dog its day, my son
So the only thing to feel sad about is
All the dogs and the horses
you'll have to outlive
They'll be with you when you say good-bye
Then the fall from
grace
The lines upon your face
Grow deeper almost every day
Days and weeks roll
by
And winter nights draw nigh
And everything that lives must die
But as the
curtains close and the last prayers are said
All my dogs and my horses appear round my bed
