(Sam. M. Lewis / Joe Young / Cliff Hess, 1917)
There was a rascal, in the town where I came from;
The people thought that he was dumb,
Because he couldn't do a sum.
That's why they nicknamed him, "Huckleberry Finn;"
But he believed in fun, laughed at every one;
How I wish I were him.
They tried to teach him how to do arithmetic;
But he just whittled on a stick,
And said the figures made him sick.
"Add-in' and countin', don't mean a thing to me;
When I begin to earn,
Then I'll start to learn,
How to count it," said he.
If I were Huckleberry Finn;
I'd do the things he did,
I'd be a kid again.
You'd always find me out fishin', beside a shady pool;
Wishin', there never was a school;
If I were only, Huckleberry Finn,
In every mischief I'd be in;
And on my freckled face you'd always find a grin.
I wouldn't put my shoes or stockings on for any man;
And all I'd ever wear would be a coat of tan;
If I were Huckleberry Finn.