I wish I was an otter who was swimming in my pool,
and playing chasey with my friends, now wouldn’t that be cool?
But listen to the noise I’d make. ‘Squeak!’ like a baby’s toy.
And all those fish I’d eat just stink! It’s not what I’d enjoy.
I think I’ll be a pelican who’s snapping with my bill,
and catching all that’s thrown me with super duper skill.
Those things I’d catch are stinky fish! Oh no! It’s so unfair.
I’d have to swallow them all whole! It’s more than I could bear.
Perhaps I’ll be a lion who is roaring on my mound,
and playing rough and tumble with my friends upon the ground.
Instead of eating stinky fish, they’d give me uncooked meat!
Why do my favourite animals have horrid food to eat?
I guess I’ll stick with what I am- a girl who’s at the zoo.
And when I eat my lunch I know that it won’t make me spew.
A version of this poem is published in the book Tadpoles in the Torrens, edited by Jude Aquilina (Wakefield Press, 2013).