I’d like to be a Tram-man, and ride about all day,
Calling out, “Fares, please!” in quite a ‘ficious way,
With pockets full of pennies which I’d make the people pay.
But in the hottest days I’d take my tram down to the Bay;
And when I saw the nice cool sea I’d shout “Hip, hip, hooray!”
But I wouldn’t be a tram-man if …
I couldn’t stop and play.
A Book for Kids, 1921