“People always say to me
“What do you think you’d like to be
when you grow up?”
And I say, “Why,
I think I’d like to be the sky
or be a plane or train or mouse
or maybe be a haunted house
or something furry, rough and wild…
or maybe I will stay a child.”
Buggity
buggity
bug
wandering aimlessly
buggishly smug
when all of a sudden along came a shoe
out with another shoe
wandering too.
The shoes went on wandering:
left,
right,
left,
splat.
