A lot of grown ups ask me, "When you grow up, what do you want to be?"

The truth is - I don't know!

I'll think on it and see.

Maybe I'll be an astronaut,

And cross the cosmos far and wide

But all things considered, 

Since heights make me quiver,

I'd be better off staying inside!

Maybe I'll be a baker,

Creating delicious desserts.

But with all the knives and hot pans and utensils

I'd have to stay alert!

I could be a teacher,

instructing studious scholars.

Only - all that paperwork they do

Will surely make me holler!

I could be a ballerina,

Dancing for my dinner,

But with all the bright lights and crowds

I don't think that's the winner!