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Writer(s): burke/van heusen


Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
He kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny - and his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a - stubborn streak

And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He ain't got no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy - and extremely rude

But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish

A fish won't do anything but swim in a brook
He cant write his name or read a book
And to fool the people is his only thought
Though he slippery - he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish

And all the monkeys aren't in a zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swinging on a star
Writer(s): burke/van heusen         Would you like to swing on a star   Carry moonbeams home in a jar   And be better off than you are   Or would you rather be a mule      A mule is an animal with long funny ears   He kicks up at anything he hears   His back is brawny - and his brain is weak   He's just plain stupid with a - stubborn streak      And by the way, if you hate to go to school   You may grow up to be a mule      Would you like to swing on a star   Carry moonbeams home in a jar   And be better off than you are   Or would you rather be a pig      A pig is an animal with dirt on his face   His shoes are a terrible disgrace   He ain't got no manners when he eats his food   He's fat and lazy - and extremely rude      But if you don't care a feather or a fig   You may grow up to be a pig      Would you like to swing on a star   Carry moonbeams home in a jar   And be better off than you are   Or would you rather be a fish      A fish won't do anything but swim in a brook   He cant write his name or read a book   And to fool the people is his only thought   Though he slippery - he still gets caught   But then if that sort of life is what you wish   You may grow up to be a fish      And all the monkeys aren't in a zoo   Every day you meet quite a few   So you see it's all up to you   You can be better than you are   You could be swinging on a star