God bless us every one, prayed Tiny Tim, Crippled and dwarfed of body yet so tall Of soul, we tiptoe earth to look on him, High towering over all.

Say good-bye er howdy-do-- What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'--goin'--every day-- Best friends first to go away-- Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,-- Say good-bye er howdy-do?

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

O, it sets my heart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.

The ripest peach is highest on the tree