This Happy Madness
                          
                               What should I call
  This happy madness that I feel inside of me?
  Somekind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see
  What has become of all my sadness, all my endless lonely sighs?
  Where are my sorrows now?
  What happened to the frown?
  And is that self contented clown standing there grining in the mirror really me?
  I'd like to run through Central Park
  Carve your initials in the bark of every tree I pass for everyone to see
  I feel that I've gone back to childhood and I'm skipping through the wild wood,
  So excited that I don't know what to do
  What do I care if I'm a juvenile?
  I smile my secret smile because I know the change in me is you
  What should I call
  This happy madness all this unexpected joy that turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy?
  The gods are laughing far above
  One of them gave a little shove and I fell gaily, gladly madly into love