Oh, I'm a slug a lowly bug who never does a thing, although I'd like to ride a bike or maybe learn to sing.
And
if I could
I think I would
become a master spy.
Then go and get
a fighter jet
and really learn to fly.
I'd
mountain climb.
I'd rap in rhyme.
I'd gain karate skills.
I'd bronco ride
and paraglide
and have some spills and thrills.
I'd
take a trip
by rocketship
to soar among the stars.
I'd travel free
past Mercury
and Jupiter and Mars.
The
books I'd write!
The bulls I'd fight!
The places I would go!
If only I
were quick and spry
instead of sad and slow.
Alas,
it seems,
despite my dreams,
I'll have to pull the plug
on all I ache
to undertake
for I am just a slug.
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