I'd always shine on holidays, Were I the sun; On sleepy heads I'd never gaze, But focus all my morning rays On busy folks of bustling ways, Were I the sun. I would not melt a sledding snow, Were I the sun; Nor spoil the ice where skaters go, Nor help those useless weeds to grow, But hurry melons on, you know, Were I the sun. I'd warm the swimming-pool just right, Were I the sun; On school-days I would hide my light, The Fourth I'd always give you bright, Nor set so soon on Christmas night, Were I the sun. I would not heed such paltry toys, Were I the sun -- Such work as grown-up men employs; But I would favor solid joys, -- In short, I'd run the world for boys, Were I the sun! |