Just A-Wishing

The boy who’s always wishing,-- Why, we pass him on the street, We see him in the office, On the gridiron we meet; It may be in the morning, It’s just the same at night, He’s wishing things would change a bit; They’re not exactly right.

He wishes he were smart like Tom, But then, Tom has a “snap”,-- To him things are so easy; He doesn’t care a “rap” How long and hard the lesson. But isn’t this the way: While Tom is hard a-grinding, He is wasting time in play?

He wishes he had money, Just enough to treat a friend; He cannot see how Henry Has all he wants to spend. But while he’s idly wishing He were rich like Carl or Bob, Henry has his coat off working,-- He has found an honest job.

He wishes he could bat the ball, Or kick a goal like Dick, But when it’s time for practice, He feels a trifle sick. And thus he keeps a-wishing, Never thinks “I can”, and “will”; So where’er you chance to meet him, You will find him wishing still.