My teacher told me to imagine
All the possibilities
So I tried to run and hop and jump
But I lacked stability
Then I tried to be creative
Just like an engineer
But then I failed, I could not build
I was technologically queer
But wait, I tried to draw a horse
And become the next Picasso
But I quit that for body building
Because I thought that I was macho
Next I tried to shoot a gun
But I can't hit the broad side of a barn
Then I tried to make a skirt
Out of thread, a needle, and some yarn
After that I tried out firefighting
But that was a dud too
Then I was going to be a lawyer
But felt bad when I sued
Well maybe I don't know what to be
In twenty years from now
I might travel to New York City
I'd be the next, new girl in town
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