She's smart, she's pretty, she's kind, she's pleasing.
What about that slender neck is oh, so ripe for seizing?

Lucky.
Sara Crewe is lucky.
She's a freak of fortune, she's whom the fates prefer.
I hate to sound unfortunate. But why should she be fortunate?
When I am never lucky. If anything, unlucky.
I am quite as clever, I daresay, clever-er.

But how am I to savor it? When Sarah's such a favorite?
So what if she's outborn 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 ever 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, I'm sure I might take part in life!

Had I been
Lucky,
Lucky.
Like her