What Do I Wanna Be?

I wish I was a grownup.
They know what they want to do.
When I get bigger than I am,
will I know what I want too?

I could be a teacher like Mr. Brown,
grading papers all day long.
When little kids learn all he knows,
then next year, they move on.

It would be fun to be a trash man,
dumping out the garbage cans.
I love to get real dirty
and I hate to wash my hands.

I could be a policeman and wear a badge,
chasing bad guys all day long.
I could make 'em have a Time Out
for stuff they did that's wrong.

I'd really like to be a priest
and teach people 'bout God's lessons,
'cept they'd say stuff I shouldn't hear
when I'd have to do confessions.

Or I could be like Daddy,
building houses everywhere,
'cept I wouldn't like to go up high
on a ladder way up there.

When you get to be a grownup,
how do you know what you wanna be?
I guess just for now, I'll be happy,
being a neat little kid like me.