When I grow up I'll be rich
and probably a lawyer and dress in a suit
(different ones for each day of the week) but I won't
work too much, and not at all when it's nice out
and I'll play golf or maybe tennis since I won't be fat
and I won't be bald and I'll always be tan with a happy life
really in love and loved not just for my money
with just enough friends to make other wish
they were as happy as me and enjoyed
the mystery of what it means to be me.
When I grow up I think I'll win the lottery
after playing it every Tuesday and Friday night
all the poor lining-up whether the pot is 2 or 200 million
laying down 5 dollars for ten, fifteen or twenty years;
I'll be patient and take my turn to become a millionaire
and pay-off all my bills so that creditors won't scare me
and buy a foreign car but nothing too flashy, dark with leather;
I won't worry about money anymore as I do now
but I'll still live in the city but in a bigger house
with a big yard because I'll win the lottery.
When I grow up I'll be a teacher
just like Mrs. King, my kindergarten teacher
who taught me the A, B, C's and words like 'cat' and 'dog'
and how to drink milk out of a carton and nap on my rug;
with her hair up she always smelled like flowers even in the winter
sitting at a big wooden desk with deep drawers filled with stuff
wearing glasses hanging on a gold chain around her neck
always smiling, even when a kid spilled a carton of milk
like when she gave me another and I'll do that for my students
when I grow up because I'll be a teacher.
When I grow up I'll be just very happy
with whatever I do I'll be like being a veterinarian
feeding hungry animals and even picking up their droppings,
or I'll be an artist drawing dinosaurs and transform creatures
that defend the defenseless, resist the proud, vindicate the righteous,
or be a doctor who delivers babies or a nurse who writes on a chart
and cleans up sick people who can't do it for themselves,
or drive an eighteen wheeler on the highway blowing my horn
when kids on a bus for a field trip pump their arms up and down
trying to get me to blow that horn and they'll all cheer for me
when I do and I'll be happy, very happy.
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