Lucky

She's smart, she's pretty

She's kind, she's pleasing

What about that slender neck is oh, so ripe for siezing?

Lucky

Sara Crewe is lucky

She's a freak of fortune

She's whom the fates prefer

I hate to seem importunate

But why should she be fortunate?

When I am never lucky

If anything, unlucky

And I am quite as clever

I daresay; clever-er

But how am I to savor it?

When Sara's such a favorite?

So what if she's out-born us all?

She has no right to scorn us all!

She's sharp, she's witty

She's rich, she's able

Everything I've always wanted

She brings to the table

Lucky

Worse than that, she's plucky

Almost always smiling, we're all a joke to her

She doesn't know the half of it

She can have a laugh of it

But had I had her start in life

By God, I might take heart in life

Had I been lucky

Lucky

Like her