A Little Boy’s Thoughts
I’m tired of being tidy,
And having to “take care”;
I wish I hadn’t collars,
I wish I hadn’t hair.
I’d rather be a tiger,
An elephant, or bear,
A Hottentot or Zulu,
Or lion in his lair.
I’d rather have an island,
Away just anywhere,
Than go on being tidy—
So there!
I’m tired of being tidy,
And having clothes to wear;
They always lose their buttons,
Or split themselves and tear.
I’d rather be an eagle
And soar up in the air;
I’d rather be a leopard
With yellow eyes that stare;
I’d rather be a cowboy
(If I could only dare!)
Than go on being tidy—
So there!