What To Do

IF I had wealth and I had health, And I 'd a roof above me, If I'd a wife to cheer my life, But not one child to love me, No rosy-lipped young laughing miss, No bright-eyed, roguish laddie, I 'd search the town, both up and down, Till one should call me daddie. I would not have a roof that ne'er Knew sound of childish chatter, Nor keep a floor, unlettered o'er By little feet that patter. Nor would I hang upon my walls Great pictures, just to show them, Unless a tot had left a lot Of finger-marks below them. I would not like to settle down Within my old armchair, And take my ease, with empty knees — I want a youngster there. Likewise with everything I have, How incomplete 't would be, Unless I had a girl or lad To share it all with me. And so I say if I had wealth, And had a roof above me. If I 'd a wife to cheer my life, But had no child to love me, Then I would search both up and down, To beg or buy or borrow, A child to be a part of me — I 'd have one here tomorrow.