Oh, Gee I Wish I Was Big - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OH, GEE! I WISH I WAS BIG. Copyright, 1896, by H. W. Petrie Words and Music by Little Blossom. 
My ma won't let me make mud pies, 'cause I would get all dirt, And she won't let me climb our fence, she's 'fraid that I'll get hurt, And when I pinch my mother's arm till I leave a big black spot. My ma gets mad und slaps my band, and 'buses me a lot. 
Refrain. Oh, see! I wish I was big and could fight just like the men, Then my mamma would be 'fraid of me, and would not dare whip me again. Oh, see! I wish I was big, with my brother I'd get square; 'Cause when he tried to slap me, I'd pull his curly hair. 
Sometimes I get so lonesome like, and want to have some fun, Throw water on our pussy cat-oh, golly, don't she run; And then I think of other tricks that are naughty I can do, And elide down our old cellar door-I think it's fun, don't you?-Refrain.