If I were a horse and wanted divorce,
I’d be told to forget it,
That I shouldn’t sweat it,
Because horses don’t marry, of course.
If I were a bug and hid in a rug,
I would think I was smug,
For no one could find me.
I would peek out and yell “Whoopee!”
Splat!
If I were a bee with its buzzing feature
I would be a most unusual creature.
I would fly far and wide to gather honey,
And work real hard when days are sunny.
I’d hate wind, rain, cold and snow.
In winter I’d sleep, and move very slow.
If somebody tried to steal my food,
A sting would result from my very bad mood!
(2000)