Happy Guy Poem by Mark Nichols

I'm a happy guy
I've got a happy life
Hear my happy whistle
From my happy lips

And all the world seems happy
When you're a happy man
And all the happy wanderers go
Happy hand in hand

(Whistle a tune)

I'm a happy person
I'm happy with my life
I laugh and the world laughs with me
Heedless of sorrow and strife

And all the world is happy
When you're a happy guy
And all the swiftly parting souls
Fly happy through the sky

Then they say:
What about the sorrow?
And what about the pain?

I guess I know I'll be happy again

But what about tomorrow
What about the bomb?

I guess I know that I'll
Get along

The world's not black
The world's not white
You're not wrong
And I'm not right
If you can think of a good reason why
I should not be a happy guy
Right it down on a blade of grass
And shove it up your happy...

As you can see
I'm as happy as

Can be