When Iâ€™m as rich as Uncle Claus,
With whiskers on my chin,
Iâ€™m going to have a great big house
To put my people in.
Iâ€™ll never let them wander out
Or ride with me to town;
Theyâ€™ll come a-running when I shout
And tremble when I frown.
Iâ€™ll have some men in soldier tents,
A pirate and his mate,
And wildcats all around the fence,
And mad dogs on the gate.