I think I'd like to sing a song,
But the tune would just come out all wrong.
I think I'd like to grow a tree,
But soon it'd be bigger than me.
I think I'd like to think a thought,
But teachers teach for thoughts to be taught.
I think I'd like to start a fire,
But it'd just get higher and higher.
I think I'd like to write a poem,
Of all I'd like to do.
But then it'd be stuck, in ink you see.
And there'd be no way to set them free.

Mae.B