What do you want to be when you’re older?
I want to be a fireman, driving a bright red engine,
With sirens screaming down the streets,
Faster than cars, vans and lorries in the green.
I want to be a footballer, kicking a ball every day
The wind pushing past into my hair as I run,
Feet chasing the ball fighting not to give way.
I want to be a soldier, with my grass coloured gun
And matching uniform, few will dare defy me
Enemies will die before they can attempt to run.
Maybe I’ll be a doctor, wearing a white lab coat
With my stethoscope I’ll beat all the germs
And to every man, child and woman I’ll dote.
Or maybe one day I’ll be ruler of the world
So I can protect the old, young and weak
With freedom, I’ll be the King unfurled.
Or perhaps I’ll wait and see
Who I’ll be.