Round The World Goes.

Round the world goes, by day and night,         While with it also round go we;     And in the flight of one day's light         An image of all life's course we see.     Round, round, while thus we go round,         The best thing a man can do,     Is to make it, at least, a merry-go-round,         By--sending the wine round too.     Our first gay stage of life is when         Youth in its dawn salutes the eye--     Season of bliss! Oh, who wouldn't then         Wish to cry, "Stop!" to earth and sky?     But, round, round, both boy and girl         Are whisked thro' that sky of blue;     And much would their hearts enjoy the whirl,     If--their heads didn't whirl round too.     Next, we enjoy our glorious noon,         Thinking all life a life of light;     But shadows come on, 'tis evening soon,         And ere we can say, "How short!"--'tis night.     Round, round, still all goes round,         Even while I'm thus singing to you;     And the best way to make it a merry-go-round,         Is to--chorus my song round too.