WHAT WILL I BE? What will I be, when I grow up? I've thought & thought, And thought a lot. During the school years, during the war years'. I still didn't know, it would have to show. I thought & thought, So I asked my wife. What will I Do. The rest of my life? She answered me, with seven kids. You can start by helping, with the pots & lids. The years have gone by, and I'm getting slow. I've thought & thought, and still don't know. But now it's slowly, getting clear. I'm getting these hints, Year by year. And finally I know, What I will be. Through all these years, I've been very, very HAPPY.
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PS. I still don't know what kind of occupation I want to be.
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