I wish I was a Thribbling Bird

Thribbling here and there

I wish I was a Dancing Newt

Dancing everywhere

From bush to bush on the river bank

With never a single care.

I wish I was a Drabbler's Blit

Forging a life in the sea

Yes - drabbling on the ocean bed

A life that's light and free

With many a pulchritudinous fish

Wishing it was me.

I want to be a Merchant's Gram

Sorting wheat from chaff

Or I could be a Sailor's Thram

- But that could be quite naff,

So I'll settle for a teacup

In a run-down roadside caff.

But I wish I was a Throttler's Hound

I wish, I wish, I wish

Think - never to have to be profound,

Just chasing mice and cats around

And Meaties in my dish..

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