We would all be willing to help in the pleasant task described in these
verses:
If I knew the box where the smiles are kept,
No matter how large the key
Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard,
’Twould open I know for me.
Then over the land and sea broadcast
I’d scatter smiles to play,
That the children’s faces might hold them fast
For many and many a day.
If I knew a box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet,
I would try to gather them, every one,
From nursery, school, and street.
Then, folding and holding, I’d pack them in,
And turn the monster key;
I’d hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea.
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