我想成为一名水手——一名勇敢而直率的水手——用男子汉的语气粗暴地喊着:“船啊，好!”我要学会装罗盘，学会划暗礁，学会航向，学会舵转;我闻了又闻那带着咸味的微风，永远也闻不够。也许我会嚼烟草，或者抽个旧黑烟斗，但我不会成为水手，如果……海上波涛汹涌。你会吗?我想当一名搬运工，总是忙个不停，喊着“靠边站”，从不请假。把卡车推到人们的脚趾上，玩得很开心，砰地关上所有的车厢门，锁上每一扇门——当他们要求让我进去的时候，我会说:“这是不可能的。”但我不会做搬运工，如果……行李有一吨重。 Would you? The Pieman I'd like to be a Pieman, and ring a little bell, Calling out, "Hot pies! Hot pies to sell!" Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-pies as well, Lots and lots and lots of pies - more than you can tell. Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the lovely smell! But I wouldn't be a Pieman if ... I wasn't very well. Would you? The Barber I'd like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip, Calling out, "Next please! and pocketing my tip." All day I'd hear my scissors going, "Snip, Snip, Snip;" I'd lather people's faces, and their noses I would grip While I shaved most carefully along the upper lip. But I wouldn't be a barber if ... The razor was to slip. Would you? The Teacher I'd like to be a teacher, and have a clever brain, Calling out, "Attention, please!" and "Must I speak in vain?" I'd be quite strict with boys and girls whose minds I had to train, And all the books and maps and things I'd carefully explain; I'd make then learn the dates of kings, and all the capes of Spain; But I wouldn't be a teacher if ... I couldn't use the cane. Would you? The Postman I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street, Calling out, "Good Morning, Sir," to gentlemen I meet, Ringing every door-bell all along my beat, In my cap and uniform so very nice and neat. Perhaps I'd have a parasol in case of rain or heat; But I wouldn't be a postman if ... The walking hurt my feet. Would you? The Baker I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks, Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that's the sound he makes) - Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs and jolts and shakes, Selling all the sweetest things a baker ever bakes; Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pastry all in flakes; But I wouldn't be a baker if ... I couldn't eat the cakes. Would you?