Newsies

Newsies By Avery Moss

I sleep under the stars in New York City

Dreaming of a place I hope and wish is real

Santa Fe your thoughts make me giddy

I long for the day your beauty makes me squeal

Singing and dancing makes me feel rich

I often burst out in song and dance

Newsies can sell papers without a hitch

Papers are our life and they give us a chance

When I first saw your face it made me smile

You looked at me like I was foolish

I haven't felt this way in a very long while

Now I am your one and only wish

Santa Fe, you have given me something to believe in

But I am ready for my new life to begin.