There is a little maiden—
Who is she? Do you know?
Who always has a welcome,
Wherever she may go.
Her face is like the May time,
Her voice is like the bird's;
The sweetest of all music
Is in her lightsome words.
Each spot she makes the brighter,
As if she were the sun;
And she is sought and cherished
And loved by everyone;
By old folks and by children,
By loft and by low;
Who is this little maiden?
Does anybody know?
You surely must have met her.
You certainly can guess;
What! I must introduce her?
Her name is Cheeerfulness.