The Happy Wanderer Frank Weir (#4 in 1954)

I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go I love to sing
My knapsack on my back.

    Val-de-ri, Val-de-ra,
    Val-de-ra, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
    Val-de-re, Val-de-ra
    My knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream,
That dances in the sun,
So joyfully it calls to me,
Come join my happy song.  

I wave my hand to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And the blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.

High overhead the skylarks sing,
They never rest at home,
Just like me they laugh and sing,
As o'er the world they roam.

Oh! may I go a-wandering,
Until the day I die.
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky.


I love to go a-gorging
Amid great gobs of food,
And as I do my abdomen
Continues to protrude.

Calorie, calorah,
Calorie, calorah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Calorie, calorah,
My body is obese.

Italian food with all its cheese
And thick tomato paste,
It never seems to pass on through
But hangs around my waist.

French cuisine inspires me
To even greater heights.
An eight-course meal is quickly done
In seven standard bites.

A German meal is all I need
To make my day complete.
It's hard to keep account of all
The strudel that I eat.

At hot dog stands and burger joints
To make my power play,
They bring it in a wheelbarrow
Instead of in a tray.