Saturday, November 5, 2011

When I grow up, perhaps I’ll be
the president of our country.
Or maybe, I won’t lead at all.
I’ll be a cashier at the mall.

When I grow up, I’d like to write
about a princess and a knight.
And when the princess goes astray,
My knight will come and save the day.

When I grow up, I think I’ll dance
in theatres all over France.
And when my dancing days are done,
I’ll stroll off towards the setting sun.

When I grow up, I’ll stay in school
for mama didn’t raise no fool.
I’ll be a doctor or a vet,
and help the patients that I’ve met.

When I grow up, I’ll do great things
and relish what the future brings.
Whatever I grow up to be,
I know that I’ll be proud of me.