The Glad Song

Gladness begins with the first person, with you. But it may spread far, like the ripples when you toss a stone in the water.

Sing a song, sing a song,
  Ring the glad-bells all along;
  Smile at him who frowns at you,
  He will smile and then they’re two.

Laugh a bit, laugh a bit,
  Folks will soon be catching it,
  Can’t resist a happy face;
  World will be a merry place.

Laugh a Bit and Sing a Song,
  Where they are there’s nothing wrong;
  Joy will dance the whole world through,
  But it must begin with you.