I wish I was a butterfly with wings all bright and pretty,
I could visit all the flowers in country and in city,
But I don’t know I’ve had a thought, and this could be a killer;
I’d have to live my childhood as a creepy caterpillar.
We’ll what about a ladybird? She’s loved the whole world over,
For eating all the greenfly off roses and off clover.
But then I thought, according to the nursery rhyme I’ve read,
Someone keeps burning her house down while her children are sleeping in her bed.
Perhaps I could be something larger, a rabbit or perhaps a hare,
They can run jump and play all the live long day and sleep almost any old where.
Then again perhaps not for if I got ill, then who’s to make a diagnosis?
It might be the ‘flu or a cold or it might be Myxomatosis.
A giraffe might be nice, it can see far and wide
With it’s neck stretching high in the air;
But if tonsillitis should enter the scene
Then the sore throat would be too hard to bear.
An elephant then? Surely that would be great.
It likes buns and cuddles and pets
But my memory’s not what it was years ago
And an elephant never forgets.
A cow? That’s a thought, black and white or in brown
You meet her in the field or in lane
But memory once more would surely let me down
To stand up or sit down in the rain?
So once again I’ll settle for continuing just as I am.
I know I have sinned and am sure always will, though I try to be good if I can.
God sent us His son to be human and to suffer and die on the tree,
