"Are we to have a club song?" Edna asked.
"We are."
"Read it now, son—while we eat," Tom suggested.
Tracy rose promptly—"Mind you save me a few scraps then. First, it isn't original—"
"All the better," Jack commented.
"Hush up, and listen—
"'A cheerful world?—It surely is.
And if you understand your biz
You'll taboo the worry worm,
And cultivate the happy germ.
"'It's a habit to be happy,
Just as much as to be scrappy.
So put the frown away awhile,
And try a little sunny smile.'"
There was a generous round of applause. Tracy tossed the scrap of paper across the table to Bell. "Put it to music, before the next round-up, if you please."
Bell nodded. "I'll do my best."