What makes me happy Where do I start When each new day brings Another million things to causes a ripple on the waters of my heart From every corner 1 2 3 4 A kaleidoscope Of happiness and hope comes knocking at my door If I had a million fingers On which to count I would use up those And start upon my toes And never have the right amount Of things that leaves me And makes me smile Those everyday things that makes my life worthwhile I can sing I can dance like there’s ants in my pants I can jump like a lovesick flea I can slither like a snake I can shimmy and shake like the sheik of Aribee What makes me happy The list extends From the love that lies in an old dogs eyes To the sound of little children makin friends All of the senses Each day are met With a shower of joy Like a shore of little fishes And my heart is the nest I can giggle with delight Like a picalow in flight I can roll like an old brown bear I can whistle I can sing like a scarlock in the spring When he thinks no ones there What makes me happy So much to say If I made a note The things I wrote would reach from here to Mandela But one things special And here’s a clue It starts with a Y Has a circle in the middle And it ends with U What makes me happy Now let me see Q R S T That’s right It’s U
What makes me happy Where do I start When each new day brings Another million things to causes a ripple on the waters of my heart From every corner 1 2 3 4 A kaleidoscope Of happiness and hope comes knocking at my door If I had a million fingers On which to count I would use up those And start upon my toes And never have the right amount Of things that leaves me And makes me smile Those everyday things that makes my life worthwhile I can sing I can dance like there’s ants in my pants I can jump like a lovesick flea I can slither like a snake I can shimmy and shake like the sheik of Aribee What makes me happy The list extends From the love that lies in an old dogs eyes To the sound of little children makin friends All of the senses Each day are met With a shower of joy Like a shore of little fishes And my heart is the nest I can giggle with delight Like a picalow in flight I can roll like an old brown bear I can whistle I can sing like a scarlock in the spring When he thinks no ones there What makes me happy So much to say If I made a note The things I wrote would reach from here to Mandela But one things special And here’s a clue It starts with a Y Has a circle in the middle And it ends with U What makes me happy Now let me see Q R S T That’s right It’s U
