Everychild. But will you talk with me, and guard me well,
And guide where Beauty bright, and Goodness, dwell?
Idleness. No heat and no strife;
The pleasantest life
Is to swing in a hammock the long afternoon.
Beautiful dreams—
Everychild. But will you, Idleness,—
Idleness. Beautiful dreams
And chocolate creams
Are all I desire of the world—