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When I Grow Up

When I grow up, I want to be a dentist

Astronaut or mage apprentice.

I want to be a dancer, an artist, a king.

I'm hoping to stand on a stage and sing.

When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer,

Or have lead role in the play Tom Sawyer.

I'll be a comedian, and make people laugh!

Or the CEO with a thousand staff.

I'll be a waitress, a teacher, a vet.

Snow White's eighth dwarf that no one has met!

I might be a chef, or a scientist.

How about architect or alchemist?

When I grow up, I'll be a song writer

Or maybe your friendly, next-door firefighter.

I'll be a technician or pharmacy worker,

A fashion designer or New York stock broker.

I'm gonna be everything, just you wait and see!

But I think in the end I'm just gonna be me.

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sonja-eliason
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May 22, 2012
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