A frog's life would suit me fine
They hop around from time to time
They're always moving - no dust on their boots
Can't stay still long enough to grow any roots
Or perhaps a chameleon is what I should be
Always changing my looks and trying to please
You don't like this color? I've got several more
Do you think I look better with three stripes or four?
I know! I know! I'll become a mouse!
I'll slip around silent all over the house
You won't even know that I'm still around
You'll look high and low but I won't be found
But after I stretch and pull and tie myself in a knot
Trying to show you I'm something I'm not
When, at last, I realize the way I should be
Maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be me
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