Classic Poem

The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.

The path o' little children, on the primrose edge of life,
That leads away from jealousy and bitterness and strife.
The path that leads to gladness — that's the way I want to go,
Where no one speaks unkindly and no one knows a foe.

The path o' little children that winds o'er hill and dale,
And leads us down to gentle seas where tiny vessels sail,
That takes us through the barnyard and through the pasture bars.
Will bring us home at evening with hearts that know no scars.

The path o' little children — there peaceful dreams come true,
There sunshine's always streaming and every sky is blue.
There each one loves the other, and every one is fair,
And cheeks are pink with beauty, and singing fills the air.

The path o' little children — it's there I want to tread,
Where innocence is dwelling with not a thing to dread,
Where care is not an ogre and sin is but a name
And no one thinks of money and no one sighs for fame.