I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep, all black from head to foot from climbing in them chimneys and cleaning out that soot with a broom and ladder and nail the darkened walls i scale and far..and high.. I see a patch of sky I'd rather be the gypsy who's camped at the edge of town the one who has the dancing bear that follows him around and he lifts his big foot up puts his big foot down then bows..then twirls.. then dances round and round i found i was a cabin boy last night as i did dream bound aboard a magic ship for a land i'd never seen and the moon she filled our sails and the stars they steered our course and on..our bow.. there was a golden horse the queen eats fruit and candy the bishop nuts and cheese and when i am a grown man i'll taste just what i please the honey from the bee the shellfish from the sea the earth, the wind, a girl someone to share these things with me I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep, all black from head to foot from climbing in them chimneys and cleaning out that soot I'd rather be the gypsy who's camped at the edge of town the one who has the dancing bear that follows him around