Everything has a song

I feel the need for another positive, cheering poem! (Find yesterday's pick-me-up here)

Everything has a song! I.e. Find enjoyment/contentment in everyday things :-)

Jonathan Mends the Mats

Jonathan comes,
And Jonathan hums
When Jonathan mends the mat;
For everything has a song to it -
Jonathan told me that.
There's the song you sing when you wash your face,
And the song you sing to mice,
And the song you make for a currant cake,
And you sing the chorus twice.

Jonathan's song
Is never too long,
And Jonathan sings it slow.
And everything has a song to it -
Jonathan told me so.
There's the song you sing when you change your shoes,
And the song you sing in bed,
And you sing a song when they say you're wrong,
And you know you're right, he said.

Jonathan sings
To the littlest things,
And things of tremenjus size.
For everything has a song, he said,
Mountains - and hooks-and-eyes.
There's the song you sing to the chimney-sweep,
And the song to bowler hats;
And you sing a tune to the big round moon,
And a song to worn-out mats.

Jonathan mends,
And sews up the ends,
He said, "I am seventy-three;
But everything has a song to it,"
Jonathan nodded to me.
"In an old man's heart there are songs enough,
And I only fear one thing -
That a time comes near when the heart, my dear,
Will forget the way to sing."

From Marion St John Webb's book The Little One In Between