I'ld rather be the Pacific Ocean than the Dead Sea -
the farther i can go, the more i'll see;
I'ld rather be the little fish that swims free -
if i can't be the roaring river or the sighing stream;
Or the humming brook, if the soaring seagull i too can't be -
i'll even settle for the rolling pebble that laughs so free:
Rather than be rooted to the ground, like a big oak tree,
or be trampled underfoot, like a weed or reed or an unwanted wild breed ...
I'ld rather be a pretty butterfly, to flitter and flutter from flower to flower
than to be a busy buzzing bumble bee, to be buzzing busily by, feared for my sting!
