Humour

How often do you stop to think

That humour is the chain that links

The heart and soul and all who think

Of blending together our best endeavour

The humour of the human heart

Will always give a brand new start

You laugh when even not so smart

And do so with a willing heart

The birds that sing so often in the spring

You sometimes hear flapping their wings

You see them as in the breeze they swing

And care not much about any thing

You laugh asleep you laugh awake

And do not see in it any mistake

For humour relieves heart felt pain

And frees the maimed to laugh again

So combine good humour with a prance

And make your way with song and dance

For you will find without surprise

You are the winner of the prize.