Poetry by Jeff Green

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When

by cricketjeff on October 28, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved


When I grow up I want to be the man that flies the moon
      I know he stays up late on every day

When I grow up I’ll always eat my dinner with a spoon
      As everything is easier that way

When I grow up I’ll be quite rich, I’m sure that rich is best
      And I won’t wait for Christmas for a treat

When I grow up I’ll eat ice cream before I eat the rest
      That has to be the proper way to eat

When I go up I’ll be the King and tell you what to do
      And you will have to do it all for me

When I grow up I’ll still love Mum and maybe I’ll love you
      But I don’t know we’ll have to wait and see

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