Round The World Goes, By Day And Night, While With It Also Round Go We; And In The Flight Of One Day'S Light An Image Of All Life'S Course We See. Round, Round, While Thus We Go Round, The Best Thing A Man Can Do, Is To Make It, At Least, A Merry-Go-Round, By--Sending The Wine Round Too. Our First Gay Stage Of Life Is When Youth In Its Dawn Salutes The Eye-- Season Of Bliss! Oh, Who Wouldn't Then Wish To Cry, "Stop!" To Earth And Sky? But, Round, Round, Both Boy And Girl Are Whisked Thro' That Sky Of Blue; And Much Would Their Hearts Enjoy The Whirl, If--Their Heads Didn't Whirl Round Too. Next, We Enjoy Our Glorious Noon, Thinking All Life A Life Of Light; But Shadows Come On, 'Tis Evening Soon, And Ere We Can Say, "How Short!"--'Tis Night. Round, Round, Still All Goes Round, Even While I'm Thus Singing To You; And The Best Way To Make It A Merry-Go-Round, Is To--Chorus My Song Round Too.