Have you wondered how it would feel
To be a bird, or a fish, or a seal,
Or any other choice animal?
Don’t you think that it would be cool?
But when asked which I would be
I find my choice is narrowed to three.
At first I thought it would be a lark
To swim around as a great white shark.
Causing chaos and running wild,
Acting like a spoilt only child.
But this dream was stopped by the thought
Of being hooked, of being caught,
Of being hunted just to be shown
As nothing more than another photo.
So then I thought that I’d be a snake
That lies asleep for sleeping’s own sake
That only eats when it’s prey comes near
And has no real predators to fear.
But I decided finally
That the animal I’d like to be
Lives without a single care
And is of course a Koala bear.
Sitting for days, stoned in a tree.
Food within reach to make me happy.
And if some fool should pass just too near
I can give him something to fear.
The worst that can happen? I go to a zoo.
Where I am given my favourite food.
There is just one other thing, too,
I get to wander around in the nude!
A Nonny Mouse
Now 9th attempt to post the blessed thing
