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Al Stone

Keep smiling at trouble,
For trouble is just a bubble,
And bubbles—they'll soon blow away.

With ever a gladness
And never a sadness,
We'd weary of life in a day.

The violets that doze 'neath a pale winter snow—
They bravely wait till it's May.

So, smile at trouble,
For trouble is just a little bubble,
And bubbles—they'll soon blow away.