Sitting and idling like a bore Thinking of the things I would sell for a profit If only I was an Indian

I would sell clothes to wear And a variety of consumables Like cakes, sweets and lollipop To gladden a sweet tooth anywhere

I would sell a piece of rope Serving everyone and all With baking powder and diapers Safety pins, rat poison and soap

I would listen to all folklore And try a hand in counselling Freely offering my services As a willing agony aunt