Sprinkles of smiles
How they go 'round
Sometimes right within us
Sometimes can't be found

A farmer sees the soil
That he tilled with his hands
And the fruits of his labor
Spread out on the land

The farmer's wife rocks
Their teething babe on one knee
And gently cajoles him
Hididiledee

This baby-turned-man
In his navy-blue suit
Becomes an accountant
With a bonus to boot

The farmer's widow sees
In the accountant's earnest face
A trace of her strong farmer
With all his weary grace

The accountant-turned-dad
Rocks one twin on each knee
As he cranks out his numbers
Hidididiledee?

Nope Doesn't work
The piercing shrieks swell
Dad helplessly mutters
God damn to Hell

He grabs for the bottle
And numbs their sore gums
And his very sore nerves
With some strong shots of rum

The twins grab the bottle
It spills on his sums
Which then float away
With the flow of the rum

Into the world of babies
Flies his laughing dancing wife
She's passed the bar at last at last
Here's to the lawyer's life

They spread the word to Grandma
She comes over right away
To toast this happy moment
And the good times of today

Sprinkles of smiles are deceiving
They come at the oddest of times
'Midst teething rum fizzles raw grieving
And gone-awry nursery rhymes

The farmer plowed his fields
The accountant works his sums
The babies cut their teeth
And still the smiles come

What keeps these smiles coming
Through life's sometimes bumpy ride
Is the place from which they started
It's the heart that beats inside