I wish I was a butterfly,
with wings to go high up in the sky.
all day long through day and noon,
I wonder about the stars and moon.
the cakes and sweets and party at nine,
with fun frolic and laughter all the time.
no worries, tension, pain or sorrow,
but only joy to share and borrow.
I wish those were back again,
those days of childhood, I could regain.
if not a child, an insane mind,
unknown to the miseries, but joy to find.
I wish I had a magical stick,
to cure the world in a flick.
if not a stick, some grains would do,
to feed the poor under the well-to-do.
I wish I had no wish at last
a satisfied soul, to give, but not ask.