I’d like to be a mermaid,

Swimming ’neath the sea.

I’d learn to swish my tail

Rather provocatively,

As I sit upon a rock,

Combing my long blonde hair,

I would find such happiness

Without a single care.

 

But if I were to get bored

With the deep blue sea,

Maybe a bird

Is what I’d rather be.

Flying freely in the sky,

Spreading my wings

And soaring up high.

A nightingale or lark,

Owl hunting in the dark,

Or better maybe a swallow

Flying off to warmer climes,

Searching for happier times.

 

If I were an elephant,

I would swing my trunk,

I’d soon get rid of enemies

If I were a skunk.

If I were a lion

I’d roar and roar and roar.

If I were a pig I’d wallow

In lovely mud and straw.

 

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like

To be my little pooch,

Stroked and pampered quite a lot,

Nothing to do but mooch.

Humans duly waiting on me

Hand and foot and paw,

Taking me on interesting walks.

Isn’t that what they are for?

 

So after many a strange muse,

I guess if I really have to choose,

Shouldn’t I just be me?

A poet writing whimsical verse,

After all, it could be worse.