I am so well -- I am so well That all my bones are laughing. My cheeks are red; my eyes are bright; I jump and run with all my might; I play all day and sleep all night And all my bones are laughing. Like sword from sheath I spring from bed And all my bones are laughing. There are so many birds that sing; There are so many flowers of spring; There's such a lot of everything That all my bones are laughing. I am so well -- I am so well That all my bones are laughing. A robin calls me from a tree; My collie races round with me; A funny bee is bumbling me, That's why my bones are laughing. If I should sometime grow quite old Would my bones still be laughing? My daddy's old -- He's twenty-five. He can do everything -- and drive -- When I'm that old, if I'm alive Will my bones still be laughing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB LOVE'S POWER by WINIFRED LANGWORTHY BROWN THE BONNIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWAY by ROBERT BURNS OF ONE AFFLICTED WITH DEAFNESS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE INVERSNAID INN by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 5 by JOHN BYROM |