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