I want to make a flying tackle
I want to see a purple grackle
I want to see the sea.
I want to be a flying squirrel
I want to be considered virile
I want to be a bee.
I want to wear the latest fashion
I want to taste the fruit of passion
I want a kiwi, oui.
I want to play the O’s and X’s
I want to own a ranch in Texas
I want the Lazy Z.
I want to be the perfect person
Or, failing that, could I be her son?
I want to meet that me.