by I. J. Barlett

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 while.

Where the Never-Grumble flower,

Blooms beside the fragrant Try,

And the Ne're-Give-Up and Patience,

Point their faces to the sky.

In the valley of Contentment,

In the province of I-Will,

You will find this lovely city,

At the foot of No-Fret hill.

There are thoroughfares delightful,

In this very charming town,

And on every hill are shade trees,

Named the Very-Seldom-Frown.

Rustic benches, quite enticing,

You'll 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

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