When Betty’s good, the sun so bright Shines brighter still in its delight. The roses in the garden say,

‘We’re glad that Betty’s good to-day.’

When Betty’s good the birds and bees Sing of her praises to the trees,

And the whole earth from pole to pole, Rejoices at her shining soul.

When Betty’s good the courts of Heaven Are glad because a child was given,

And God’s great Angels smile to see How good a little girl can be.

As all God’s works in varying ways,

Are linked together for His praise,

So sky and mountain, field and flood,

All shout with joy when Betty’s good.

Postscript.

Only to be read very occasionally.

When Betty’s naughty then we say,

‘Poor Betty’s not quite well to-day.’

Margaret Swjnstead.