When I Grow Up

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