If I was granted just one wish,
for how we'd spend our lives,
I'd have to give it so much thought,
till perfect plans arrive.

We could be lovers on the wing,
soaring through the air,
but I think flight is overrated,
there's lots more we could share.

We could be swingers in the trees,
laughing with the chimps.
I'm sure we'd be entertained,
but there's so much more to glimpse.

We could see the great savannah,
stampeding cross the plains,
being one with mother nature,
but I'm sure we'd be drained.

I think we're more like little otters,
splashing playfully.
Holding hands we rock to sleep,
we'll never drift at sea.