By the composer Mendelssohn

Cruel poverty was never known.

A genius born and with great wealth

With loving parents and good health

And with his heart so full of fun

We christen him "The happy one."

When as a baby very small

His family he delighted all

By cooing sweetly in each key

Of a or b or c or d.

Ere he had passed his ninth milestone

He played in public all alone.

As a composer he won fame

And for himself an artist's name.

His genius showed in his brown eyes

And all who saw him loved him well;

On each he cast a happy spell.

His "Songs Without Words" we all love;

They carry us to realms above.