MISERY IS THE RIVER OF THE WORLD

The higher that the monkey can climb
the more he shows his tail
Call no man happy `til he dies
There`s no milk at the bottom of the pail

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
`round the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And you still have room for you and me

If there`s one thing you can say
About Mankind
There`s nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery`s the river of the world

For want of a bird the sky was lost
For want of a nail a shoe was lost
For want of a life a knife was lost
For want of a toy a child was lost