Maybe I’d have red hair,
And ears down to my toes,
And glasses big as basketballs that balance on my nose.
Maybe I’d have giant feet,
But still could do ballet
And when I’d do a pirouette, my ears would swoop and sway.
And maybe I’d have rocket farts
To boost me way up high,
‘Cause then I could say “howdy-do” to eagles in the sky.
And maybe I’d have snake arms,
But friendly ones, with bows,
That way I could give extra hugs to people that I know.
And maybe I would have a tail
Of blue and orange and gold,
That I could wrap around my neck to warm me when I’m cold.
And maybe I would wear a hat,
Like Lincoln, really tall,
And it’d be full of hotel rooms for squirrels and mice and all.
And magic pockets in my pants
Where all my friends could stay,
With snow machines and arcade games and penguins that could play.
But maybe I don’t need all that,
And I am fine like this,
‘Cause really all I want in life is someone nice to kiss.