it’s true I’ll say or maybe not
my arms are strong my blood runs hot
and I can tell the which from what
in all important ways

and though my name is on your lips
and destiny between us skips
I’m close to cashing in my chips
it’s been one of those days

the canvas on which we are drawn
attracts no love just bitter scorn
and yet, you’ll see, I’m not forlorn
a laugh, a joke, a song

come sit beside and hold my hand
for I have nothing certain planned
my life drifts by like windblown sand
and how can that be wrong

but jealous of our overt glee
there’s others who’d delight to see
you break the living heart of me
and leave me on the floor

yet I’ll ignore the games they play
for if not now there’ll come a day
when I will take their toys away
of that you may be sure

and they will find their bubbles bust
as with the anger of the just
I’ll leave them crying in the dust
an end that’s only fair

but until then we’ll take our rest
among the people we love best
and count ourselves forever blest
with joy enough to spare