An educated senator,
I'd vote for you, my senator,
And trust you with our land.
And you, my poor and battered child,
The world has brought you tears.
Who will you be, my splendid child,
When you reach thirty years
A poised, experienced physician,
Who works the healing knife?
I'd call on you, physician,
And trust you with my life.
And how 'bout you, my lovely girl,
Who hardly speaks a sound?
Who will you be, my lovely girl,
When confidence abounds
A bold and learned orator,
Who soothes the soul in strife?
I'd come hear you, my orator,