I wish, when you was through your work some night
And goin’ home alone, and had your pay
Stuck in your stockin’ — what you drew that day —
A robber'd come along with all his might
And you'd be nearly scared to death, and right
There in the street you'd almost faint and say:
“Good robber, please do n't hurt me — go away!”
And as he grabbed you then I'd come in sight.
I wish I'd be as strong as two or three
Big giants then, and when I handed one
Out to him he'd be through, all in, and done,
And then you'd look and see that it was me,
And, thinkin’ of the great escape you had,
You'd snuggle in my arms and just be glad.