Oh, how I love the hearty laugh
That rings with a merry peal!
The outcome of some’ witty “chaff,”
Which makes one cheerful feel;
A laugh which almost racks the jaw,
A regular side-splitter!
In which all join with “loud guffaw,”
And nothing isn’t that’s bitter!
I love when children laugh outright,
And shout in their playful glee,
When all run out to see the sight,
Or join in the sport so free!
A laugh that knows not care or ill,
The frolicsome laugh of fun!
Which speaks of naught but right good-will.
As they skip, and laugh, and run!
I hate the haughty laugh of scorn.
From the dudish fops called “men,”
Who sneer at worth if humbly born.
And smile at “the upper ten! ”
Whose empty laugh shows lack of brain
Their language devoid of wit.
Their greatest feat to “twirl a cane,”
Or display “a perfect fit!”
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