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Somebody asked just the other day,
What'd it take to make me happy?
And the first thing pop'd-up in my mind,
Was fish'n from a boat for new-Spring Crappie.

Hunt'n with a dog that's always honest,
Track'n after game I think he should;
Tote'n Papa's gun from over the mantle,
And have'n it place each shot real good.

I'd like have'n my hives full with honey,
All sweet from this year's Sourwood bloom;
Then spread'n some thin on a fresh-hot biscuit,
And the way that smell fills-up a room.

I'd like find'n a large, flint-arrowhead,
While chop'n a row of corn;
And wonder'n... was it lost at night,
Or maybe on a Winter morn'?

I'm happy walk'n into Mama's kitchen,
The smell of peanuts parch'n in a pan;
Then fill'n-up all my hunt'n-pockets,
And later eat'n all that I can.

I like walk'n in woods before daylight,
See'n owls on silent wing;
Then just as the sun begins to rise,
Hear'n hundreds of sparrows sing.

I'm happy see'n a fish break water,
Right near where I've cast my plug;
And I'm always glad to see my baby sister,
'Cause usually it means I'll be get'n a hug.

But most of all, I'm happy for know'n,
Tomorrow's yet another day;
Yes, another chance for live'n and grow'n,
Whether hard at work, or hard at play.