One beautiful morning in the month of May all was serene and quiet,
The birds sang sweetly, their music a dream, and the sun shone bright;
The flowers all in bloom with their fragrance so sweet,
And the green-carpeted earth made the picture complete.

It was the first day of May, all nature seemed gay
And all of the trees seemed to bow and welcome the day,
And every heart seemed happy and the bees seemed to say,
" Do you know that winter has passed and this is the first day of May? "

When we think of San Francisco in her terror today,
We thank God we are living on the first day of May;
We have lots to be thankful for, and should continue to pray
For the sad ones in San Francisco on the first day of May.