The Making of Friends

If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,

If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the strong,

If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,

And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it would be!

If there were no such a thing as a flag in the sky as a symbol of comradeship here,

If we lived as the animals live in the woods, with nothing held sacred or dear,

And selfishness ruled us from birth to the end, and never a neighbor had we,

And never we gave to another in need, what a dreary old world it would be!