Childhood Poems, Poems I’d love to be a bird but… 9th August 2017 / I’d love to be a bird – but justSo I can wash myself in dustI wouldn’t want to fly all dayIn search of food, no time to playI sometimes wish I were a sharkI could go swimming in the darkOr a huge hippo in a hollowFull of mud where I could wallowI would quite like to be a batI’ve a very good reason for saying thatIt’s fun hanging upside down from treesAlthough it hurts the backs of my kneesA crocodile’s career seems funIt can make like a log or bask in the sunBut the turtle’s life moves me to tearsAlone at sea for 60 years. 2015 Photo description: Two crocodiles basking beside a river bank in the Kruger National Park, South Africa. They are reflected in the glassy water but well camoflaged against the winter grass.