If wishes were horses and promises motors Then no one would walk, and the roads would be gay, With Jeremy Drudge dashing by in his brougham And giving Miss Clerk and her coachman good-day. With fluttering pennants atug at the windshield The janitor's wife would gad all about town, Saluting the charwoman on her high horses, Agog in a new and magnificent gown. And Timothy Newsboy would race with Miss Cashgirl On spirited ponies through concourse and park -- But wishes are moonshine and promises molehills, And all of us foot it from daylight till dark. |