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 time.

Where the never-crumble 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 pronince of I-will.
You will find the 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.

Rustis benches quite enticing
You'l 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.
--I.J. Bartlett