When I’m old I’m going to blow bubbles
In the main street of the town.
Eat ice cream with a flake on top,
Make all the young ones frown.
I’m finding my inner hippy,
Wearing nothing on my feet,
Laughing hard several times a day,
Hug everyone that I meet.
I’m going to wear clashing patterns
And flowers in my hair.
Puddle jump in polka dot wellies,
The brightest mismatching pair.
I’m going to get myself a trampoline
Be eccentric as I like.
I’m getting a wicker basket
For the front of my three wheeled bike.
I don’t think that I’m willing to wait
I’m old enough now, it’s time!
I’m ready for fun, sun and beach
And the odd gin and tonic with lime.
Don’t plan it and wait – plan it and do it!