What Right Has She Got To Be Happy

By John Weaver ‘What right has she got to be happy?’ said a friend to me one day, With people at war and wanting and suffering in every way. What right has she got to be happy with taxes as high as the sky, And with the cost of living still rising, why is she so happy, why? What right has she got to be happy when the weather’s so miserably bleak, When the sun shines for a day and then goes away and it’s wet for the rest of the week? What right has she got be happy when she can’t walk or talk or see, Why is she smiling so brightly, it’s truly a mystery to me? ‘What right have you got to be moaning;’ came my eventual reply. You should be glad to be fit and able and grateful, not to decry What right have you got to be moaning, just look at her and you’ll see That the only reason she’s happy is – she’s simply decided to be. ------------------------------------------------------------