asked my Mum when I was three,
"When I grow up, what will I be?"
She smiled and said,
"We'll have to see,"
Then added it was up to me.
My aspirations ran amuck
Once I found out I wasn't stuck
Inside the body of a schmuck;
Therefore, I'd rather be…
… a Duck!
It would be cool to have the knack
To flap across a pond and back
And slurp mosquitoes for a snack
Without a second thought or quack.
I told my Mum what I had thunk
But when she laughed my spirit sunk;
She then proceeded to debunk
And left me in a purple funk.