I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep,

all black from head to foot

from climbing in them chimneys

and cleaning out that soot



with a broom and ladder and nail

the darkened walls i scale

and far..and high..

I see a patch of sky



I'd rather be the gypsy

who's camped aat the edge of town

the one who has the dancing bear

that follows him around



and he lifts his big foot up

puts his big foot down

then bows..then twirls..

then dances round and round



i found i was a cabin boy

last night as i did dream

bound aboard a magic ship

for a land i'd never seen



and the moon she filled our sails

and the stars they steered our course

and on..our bow..

there was a golden horse



the queen eats fruit and candy

the bishop nuts and cheese

and when i am a grown man

i'll taste just what i please



the honey from the bee

the shellfish from the sea

the earth, the wind, a girl

someone to share these things with me