They never stop asking me,

“What will you be? –

A doctor, a dancer,

A diver at sea?”

They never stop bugging me:

“What will you be?”

As if they expect me to

Stop being me.

When I grow up I’m going to be a Sneeze,

And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies.

When I grow up I’m going to be a Toad,

And dump silly Questions in the road.

When I grow up, I’m going to be a Child.

I’ll play the whole darn day and drive them wild.

– Dennis Lee

 

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