So many times I talk with friends,
Unhappy with their lot.
If they could change just what they are,
They do so, like as not.

One person said, “If I could change,
A robin I would be.
It’s be so neat to fly around,
And sit up in a tree.

“I’d spend my summer in the north,
In winter, I’d fly south.
And I would thrill the hearts of folks,
With music from my mouth.”

I’M sorry, but I don’t agree.
It makes my stomach squirm
To think I’d be afraid of cats
And eat a darn old worm

William Raymond Waterman, Sr.