What Will You Be?

    They never stop asking me

    "What will you be？——

    A doctor， a dancer，

    A diver at sea？"

    They never stop bugging¹ 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 Toad²，

    And dump on 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.