Misery's the River of the World  Misery's the River of the World    The higher that the monkey can climb  the more he shows his tail  Call no man happy 'til he dies  There's no milk at the bottom of the pail  God builds a church  The devil builds a chapel  Like the thistles that are growing  'round the trunk of a tree  All the good in the world  You can put inside a thimble  And still have room for you and me  If there's one thing you can say   About Mankind  There's nothing kind about man  You can drive out nature with a pitch fork  But it always comes roaring back again    Misery's the River of the World  Misery's the River of the World  Misery's the River of the World    For want of a bird  The sky was lost  For want of a nail  A shoe was lost  For want of a life  A knife was lost  For want of a toy  A child was lost    Misery's the River of the World  Misery's the River of the World  Everybody Row!Everybody Row!  Misery's the River of the World  Misery's the River of the World  Everbody Row!Everbody Row!  Everbody Row!