When I grow up what will I be?
Policeman-ish or firemanly?
Suppose I were like Doctor Schmidt
and help with aches and pains and shit.
I hope I’ll be a happy guy,
with lots and lots of familii.
There’s always the Army, the Navy, Marines,
The Air Force, the Coast Guard to guard the sardines.
Environmentalist…now there’s a career.
A garbage man, A racketeer.
I’m glad I get to choose my path.
A math teacher who teaches math.
Not any old math…the hardest kinds.
I really want to broaden minds.
Perhaps I’ll be grandfatherly,
and sit my grandkids on my knee.
I’d give them candy, tell bad jokes.
The kind that might upset their folks.
I hope I’ll be a happy guy,
with lots and lots of familii.

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