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