I Want to Be . . .

I’m going to be a zookeeper
Or maybe I’ll be a street sweeper
I might be a maid
Or ride an elephant in a parade
I’d like to be a teacher
Or maybe I’ll help the preacher
I’d like to paint
Or be a saint
I’d like to cook
Or write a book
I wonder what I’m going to be
I’m glad I’m just still nine-year-old me