| Wish I Was |
| At the bottom of your wishing well Looking up, the sky I see Don't see you lowering rope with pail Or hear you wish for me Can't see my name on your shopping list To buy a box of me I could be a tasty snack Taken with a cup of tea. Wish I was a stock you own No load no kind of fee I'd be a good investment And good security Wish I was some famous art And hanging on your wall An oil of you loving me On gold leaves in the fall Wish I was that medicine You must take each day I would make you healthy And keep sickness far away Wish I was your poets pen Writing love poems in deep blue Everyone would be about me And how much I love you Wish I was your old shoes Walking down the street I'd make you walk to my house I'd give you happy feet |
