Gee I'm Glad I'm No-One Else but Me

Once I thought I’d like to be a blossom growing on a tree; white and pink and
lazy as can be;
But I’d be King, just in the Spring, so now I think it ov-er, gee,
I’m glad I’m no one else but me!
If you sit around and find the world is gloomy, and it isn’t just your cup of
tea, it’s easy to imagine that it’s «Rose in Bloomy» You can think the things
you want to be.
So when all is said and done, imagining’s a lot of fun, But when there are
battles to be won, be what you are, it’s best by far, and soon you’ll be in
clover,
gee I’m glad I’m no one else but me!
D’you suppose that it could be the wounds of tragic destiny dripping from a
blood-stained fam’ly tree?
An evil spell that did compel the founders of this island to meet their doom
and perish horribly!
Picture now the vicious strife that started raging way back in the olden days
of yore:
Family with family in feuds engaging, drenching all your local soil with gore!
There! As far as I can see, I’ve just cleared up the mystery of why your roads
are red perpetually!
The answer’s found, not in the ground, but in your imagination,
Gee, I’m glad I’m no one else,
gee, I’m glad I’m no one else,
gee I’m glad I’m no one else but me!