  I WISH some day there’d be a lawyer come And say I’d got a fortune left by some Rich relative I didn’t know I had; The ones that’s kiddin’ now would soon be sad, You’d see old Morton lookin’ pretty glum. I’d buy this place and fire him so quick The tumble that he got would make him sick; And then I’d get the bridal-chamber key, And take the little operator there, And ask her how she’d like to marry me And let some other girl hold down her chair. I wish my hair would get to turnin’ gray, And ma would suddenly find out some day That I was ten years older than she thunk, And I would grow six inches while you wunk. But what’s the use of wishin’, anyway? Mike says nobody ever caught a fish By simply settin’ down somewhere to wish; He claims if all our wishes would come true We’d none of us be happy any more, Fer every day we’d all be feelin’ blue Because we wished fool things the day before.
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