From south pole to north,
In all air I'll breath.
I'll choose to be a gypsy,
But never a smith.
With a pence or two,
I'll make my dream come true.
I'll walk, I'll run,
Under the warm bright sun.
I'll fly, I'll swim,
I'll be lost in my whim.
Under the wide starry sky,
Upon the grass I'll lie.
The cricket will sing a lullaby.
The wind will blow my hair.
I'll sleep with the happiest smile.
And I'll dream as much as I dare. :)