From the Rock Island Argus, October 31, 1913. By Henry Howland.
It’s a grand old world to be livin’ in when the grass begins to sprout;
It’s the finest world that I’ve ever seen when the leaves are a-comin’ out;
It’s a bully world in the fair June days when the colts kick up their heels;
It’s a fine old world when the little chicks get to scratchin’ for their meals,
And I’ll tell you, boys, it’s a good old world ‘long about this time o’ year,
When the turkey’s fat and the ax is sharp and Thanksgivin’ day is near.
It’s a fine old world when the spring work’s done and the crops begin to grow;
It’s a grand old world when the days are short and the fields are white with snow;
It’s a bully world in the summer time when you smell the sweet new hay;
It’s a dandy world when you’ve sold your wheat and the profit’s put away,
And I’ll tell you, boys, it’s a great old world when the girl you love the best
Sits alone with you where the light is low, with her cheek agin your vest.
It’s a splendid world when a fellow’s young and limber and full of vim
And a good square meal is the finest thing that a body can show to him;
It’s a great old world in the summer time and a fine old world in fall;
It’s a bully world when you’ve saved so much that you don’t need to care at all;
But I’ll tell you, boys, it’s the dearest world and the fairest and sweetest world
When you look down into your young wife’s lap where your first little child is curled.