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.