When I Grow Up

When I grow up someday, I don't know what I'll be. A doctor, lawyer, or financier, perhaps a comic who gives out cheer. I might write stories from magazines, I might paint pretty scenes. When I grow up someday, someday, I may fly in the sky.

Maybe then we'll come face to face with little men from outer space. I may learn new kinds of games to play when I grow up someday. If I become a teacher and teach the kids in school, I'll make the cake and ice cream the general standard room.

I may sing pretty songs, I may dance far and wide. My home may be an explorer's tent, I might decide to be president, But I know this that when I grow up, whatever I may be, I'll make my mom a daddy proud of me.