Long time ago we used to be children ourselves. We discovered this tremendous world, full of secrets and riddles. Girls dreamt of becoming princesses, magical fairies or, at least, world-known singers or actresses. Boys dreamt of being brave warriors, great captains, mysterious pirates, or astronauts. I doubt if anyone wanted to become an ordinary book-keeper or an engineer…
Now that I am a happy mother of a three-year old boy, I’m beginning to discover this world again, contemplating it from the boy’s viewpoint. You know, never before have I guessed how exciting this process would be!
So, observing my baby boy trying to climb up all the stumps, benches and trees, I was inspired to write this amusing poem advising little kids on how to become astronauts. I devote it to my son Serge, hoping that you’ll have a pleasant and funny pastime while reading it together with your kids!
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If you want to be an astronaut,
You’d better start at three,
Do you best to reach the Moon
By climbing up the tree.
If you are adroit and quick,
My boy, you’ll reach the sky.
If you are kind of airsick,
Kiss the Moon good-bye.
If you fail to be an astronaut,
Hey, pal, don’t get upset.
If you never catch the star,
It is not so bad.
A proverb runs: When there’s a will,
There’s sure to be a way.
If you turn four, you will be still
Quite young to seek great fame.
You may take up another job,
Both interesting and cool.
You needn’t fly, you needn’t climb,
You’ll have to find a pool.
Once you have found a big pool,
You are a lucky one:
You should put on your swimming trunks,
And half the battle is done.
Now you will be a scuba diver.
If you take to scuba diving,
Beware of a ray.
‘Cause it can badly sting you,
If you are in its way.
Check out if the puddle
Is deep, piranha-free,
With octopi to cuddle;
In case it’s not, then flee
And try again: climb up a tree
To make an astronaut.
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