Tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll be calling on

That neighbor on our block;

To extend a world of welcome

And we'll have a little talk.

I will tell him we are happy

That he's living up our way.

Yes, I'll do it -- right tomorrow;

I'm too busy just today.

Tomorrow I'll go hiking with

That little kid of mine;

We will wander through the foothills

And we'll have a corking time.

I'll sit by a stream and listen

To the things he'll have to say.

Yes, by jove, we'll go tomorrow;

I'm too busy just today.

Tomorrow, sure, the wife and I --

We'll get into the car

And we'll take a little journey

Out to where the old folks are.

For we owe it to the old folks;

They are getting bent and gray.

So we'll do that -- right tomorrow;

I'm too busy just today.

Yes, the things we'll do tomorrow

Are too numerous, far, to name;

And they range from deeds of kindness

To the climbing up to fame.

But we'd better start to do them

And without too much delay --

For there's many a tomorrow

That has crumpled up today!

(Copyright, 1940)