They never stop asking me
"What will you be？——
A doctor， a dancer，
A diver at sea？"
They never stop bugging 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 Toad，
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.