Drop a pebble in the water, just a splash and it is gone;
But there are half a Hundred ripples curling on, and on, and on;
Spreading, spreading, spreading from the centre, flowing on to the sea;
There's not a way of telling where the end is going be.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness, in a minute you forget;
There's gladness still a-swelling and there's joy a-circling yet,
You've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water, just by dropping a kind word.
