I get a terr`ble awful ache
`specially when it rains.
At first I was a `fraidy cat
but now I know it`s growing pains.
Gosh! oh gee! oh can`t you see,
I`ll soon be grown up tall,
So I`ve got to think what I will be
when I`m no longer small.
When I grow up
in a year or two or three,
I`ll be happy as can be
like a birdie in a tree.
When I grow up
there`s a lot I want to do.
I will have real dollies too,
Like the woman in the shoe!
I want to be a teacher so the children can say,
Teacher dear
the gangs all here
with apples today.
When I grow up
I will have a big surprise,
For I`ll bake the kind of pies,
that`ll make you roll your eyes.
And if you see
that you need some company,
You can call me up and I`ll come down
when I grow up!.
When I am sweet sixteen I`m going to a ball,
Of all the ladies there I`d like to be the best of all;
I`ll wear a dress of silver and lace, they`ll call me Princess Curly,
I`ll be like Cinderella `cept I won`t run home so early.
I want to meet a handsome prince with a uniform of gold,
But I won`t lose my slipper `cause my tootsies might get cold.
I`ll talk with queens and dance with kings like a little princess would;
If I could only do these things, I promise I`ll be good.
When I am twenty-one I wish that I could look
Like the picture that I saw in a pretty story book;
A laur little girls were standing there much tinier than me
And they all carried baskets, they looked happy as can be,
Every one was smiling and having lots of fun;
I wish that I could be like that when I am twenty-one.
When I get very very old I`ll stay at home all day,
But I haven`t quite made up my mind,-- it`s much too far away.
I think that I would like to be like the lady on the wall,
She looks so nice and comfy in her rocking chair `n` all.
With that little cap upon her head she looks real pretty, too,
I like her long and funny dress, I like her hair, don`t you?
It must be oh,-- so quiet you can hear the tick of the clock,
But it must be fun to have nothing to do but rock, and rock, and rock.
