When I grow up I want to be a bicycle
I want to whoosh down hills and sweep through fields
of fragrant flowers sparkling in the morning dew
I want birds of every color to race with me
and sing me their joyful songs
I want the afternoon sun to warm my shiny red frame
as I crunch through leaves and splash through puddles
I want to ring my bell and watch the squirrels scamper,
their tails in the shape of a question mark
I want to glide through the park at dusk and listen
to the crickets as they begin their evening refrains
I want to sail through a sea of fireflies
and marvel at their heavenly glow
I want the peace of the night to envelop me
and the cool damp air to squeeze through my spokes
I want the moon and the Big Dipper to guide me
as my white lantern lights my way home