[Family:] We’re at a stand-still! what she’s been sending It’s not any money a man can build a house with She’s as giddy as a cyclone All the profits go for her pleasure And we’re at a stand-still, for what she’s been sending Is not any money a man can build a house with Won’t she settle down to business? Won’t she ever learn to save something? For what the feather-brain is sending is not any kind of money A man can build a little house with
[Anna I:] We’re making progress We have come to Los Angeles And every door is open here to welcome extras We only need a bit of practice Avoiding possible faux pas And what can stop us going straight to the top then?
[Family:] O lord, look down upon our daughter Show her the way that leads the good to thy reward
[Anna I:] If you take offense at injustice Mister big will show he’s offended If a curse or a blow can enrage you so Your usefulness here is ended Then mind what the good book tells us When it says: “resist not evil” Unforgiving anger is from the devil
It took time to teach my sister that wrath would not do In Los Angeles, the third big town we came to Where her open disapproval of injustice Was so widely disapproved I forever told her: “practice self-control, Anna For you know how much it costs you if you don’t” And she understood and answered