There’s love and bread. So jog along!
Jog along! Jog along!
’Tis only noon and there’s an inn
Where you may soon an hour win
Of humble fellowship and fare—
A luxury of life too rare.
Hail, friend well met, who in the throng
Is brotherly in spite of care!
There’s human kin—so jog along!
Jog along! Jog along!