Nobody knows what a boy is worth, a boy at his work or play; a boy who whistles around the place or laughs in an artless way. Nobody knows what a boy is worth, and the world must wait and see, for every man in an honored place is a boy that used to be. Nobody knows what a boy is worth, a boy with a face aglow, for hid in his heart there are secrets deep not even the wisest know. Nobody knows what a boy is worth, a boy with his bare, white feet, so have a smile and a kindly word for every boy you meet.