They never stop asking me <br />"What will you be?-- <br />A doctor, a dancer, <br />A diver at sea?" <br /> <br />They never stop bugging me: <br />"What will you be?" <br />As if they expect me to <br />Stop being me. <br /> <br />When I grow up I'm going to be a Sneeze, <br />And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies. <br /> <br />When I grow up I'm going to be a Toad, <br />And dump on Silly Questions in the road. <br /> <br />When I grow up, I'm going to be a Child. <br />I'll Play the whole darn day and drive them Wild.<br /><br />Dennis Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-will-you-be/
