Everyone has a dream job,
But I have a lot.
I want to be a popular penguin,
Wearing black and white suits and rushing around,
Shooting words through a court and looking fierce,
Reading mountains of books. We call them lawyers.
I want to be a nightingale,
Flying around the world, above the sky,
Singing with my beautiful voice, under spot lights,
Attracting people. We call them singers.
I want to be a fearless fox,
Exploring every corner of the world,
Climbing up mountains, diving under the sea,
Never having a permanent home. We call them explorer.
Then there’s me.
I know who I am.
I’m a childish chicken, going to school.