Have you seen my joy?
It seems I had it moments ago but now cannot find it.
I don’t have time for a long search,
I’ve a million things to do!
It was lost-or someone stole it,
I wonder who could have-ah
those little thieving rascals got their grubby hands on it.
My feet ache, my heart grows weary with the chase.
Just give it back, I beg you
but they turn around and say
You left your joy in yesterday
when you did not dance today.