When I Grow Up I Will Be
When I grow up I will be
A forest with every kind of tree.
Part of a dark brilliant woods
I will do all the gets, leave out the should’s.
People will revere me for my age.
My rings will show my wisdom sage.
Of course I’m in no hurry to be cut down.
Unless it’s done by a lumberjack clown.
A lumberjack clown I’d like to be
If I cannot be a forest with every kind of tree.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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