hope is the thing with mustard

Hope is the thing with mustard
We eat it in a bun
And if we still are hungry
We can have another one

Hope is the thing with slippers
She wears them late at night
And if you disagree with her
You never want to fight

Hope rises like the sunshine
To say it is the day
And if you tell me otherwise
I tell you it’s that way

Hope is the thing with pencils
So I can tell you so
It’s where we have to go to
When it is time to go