Show 1 I I By Edgar J U S t 11 F 0 I 1 k K S 'S S A. A Guest LAUGHTER Then heres here's to bu laughter when it gaily rings And brings forgetfulness of tedious things For in the instant when the jest is sprung The oldest person in the room is young And place and pomp and care and poverty In that bright flash of mirth have ceased to be Laughters Laughter's a magic wand that whisks away The burdens and the of the day The jester a magician who defies The facts of life before our very eyes He makes us all despite the weve we've kept Forget our sorrows and the times weve we've wept Laughter blots out identity and pain Though these two tyrants will return again agam The laughing man remembers not his name His age his ache nor even whence he came Roused from themselves a little time on earth Rich man arid and poor find brotherhood is mirth |