When I Grow Up

I have been thinking about what I'd like to be when I grow up.

There are so many choices.

I could be a principal like my father.

I could be a teacher.

I like animals.

Maybe I should be a veterinarian.

My cat just went to the veterinarian to get her shots.

I don't think my cat was too happy to be there.

I could be a farmer and grow vegetables.

Maybe I could be a doctor and cure people.

If I was good enough, I could be a famous sports person or a singer.

I could be an actor on television or in the movies.

Maybe I would like to be a policeman or a fireman.

I could rescue people.

I can play the piano.

Maybe I should be a musician.

I could be a lawyer.

I sometimes watch shows about lawyers defending people.

Lawyers have to be able to speak well.

I could be a carpenter and work with wood, or I could be a welder and work with metal.

There are just so many jobs.

I could work in a restaurant.

I could cook food, or I could serve food.

I could be an airline pilot or the captain of a ship.

I could be a repairman or an artist.

The world is full of jobs.

Some of the jobs require a lot of education.

Some require a little bit of training, and some require a lot of training.

It's all up to me.

I can be whatever I want to be.