I told--

the little boy that passes by house each morning that--
I like the smell of happiness.

He came to me the next day with a bouquet of roses,
I stood in the light of my porch and smiled,
handing the roses back.
"Give it to your mother and tell her that you love her."

I told my sister the other day that--
I liked the smell of happiness.

She came to me the next day with the slice of chocolate cake,
I stood in my worn out pajamas and smiled,
handing the cake back.
"Give it to your daughter and tell her that you love her."

I told a lady at the market I saw the other day that--
I like the smell of happiness.

"I once told a little boy that."