A Little Bit Of Good

Now look, in a few minutes there'll be a whole bunch of
photographers and reporters and that sob sister from the
Evening Star is coming
(a coloratura trill is heard off stage)

I don't figure we'll have any trouble with her.
(another trill)

She'll swallow hook, line and sinker
(and another)
Her name is Mary Sunshine.

When I was a tiny tot
Of maybe two or three
I can still remember what
My mother said to me...

Place rose colored glasses on your nose
And you will see the robins
Not the crows.

For in the tense and tangled web
Our weary lives can weave
You're so much better off
If you believe.

That there's a little bit of good
In everyone
In everyone you'll ever know.

Yes, there's a little bit of good
In everyone
Though many times, it doesn't show.

It only takes the the taking time
with one another
For under every mean veneer
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking.

For that bit of good in everyone
The ones we call bad
Are never all bad
So try to find that little bit of good.

Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking...

For that little bit of good in everyone
Although you meet rats
They're not complete rats
So try to find that little bit of good!