Classic Poem

I'm going to laugh, I'm going to laugh,
I'm going to laugh,
Ha-ha!
E'en though the harvest be but chaff,
I'm going to laugh,
Ha-ha!
For laughter fills the heart with joy,
And kills the troubles that annoy,
And brings to age hopes of the boy—
Ha-ha!

I'm going to sing, I'm going to sing,
I'm going to sing,
Tra-la!
In face of sneer, and jeer, and fling,
I'm going to sing,
Tra-la!
For numbers rout the hosts of wrong,
And fill the spirit with a throng
Of joyous thoughts the whole day long—
Tra-la!

I'm going to love, I'm going to love,
I'm going to love
Alway,
And thus I'll win life's treasure-trove—
I'm going to love
For aye!
For love spreads sunshine through the air,
And shields the soul from pain and care,
And spreads joy's largesse everywhere
We stray.

Love, song, and mirth—these are the three
Great blessings of this earth for me,
And that is why the whole day long
I love, and laugh, and sing my song!