OK, so I’m lame… I’m just going to repeat my favs from my childhood. :)

Oh I wish I was a little English Sparrow
Oh I wish I was a little English Sparrow
I’d go sit upon the steeple and spit at all the people
Oh I wish I was a little English Sparrow

Yeah, as we got older we realized “spit” wasn’t the real word to use here…

Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat
Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat
I’d go lay in the sun and answer to no one
Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat

I’m leaving it because I thought of it, though I’m downright embarrassed after reading the other entries!

I’ve been seeing most of these animals in my neighborhood so the verses just keep coming, you know, like poo when the diaper is off. My sons love your verses. You may be sorry you asked to hear mine. Also, I can spot the verses of my fellow biologists from a mile away, you kindred dorks.

Oh I wish I were a little fuzzy moose
Oh I wish I were a little fuzzy moose
I’d lay wastey wastey wastey to your garden plants so tasty
Oh I wish I were a little fuzzy moose

…raven bird
…raven bird
I’d go thrashy thrashy thrashy through your biggest bag of trashy
…raven bird

…sledding dog
…sleeding dog
I’d go mushy mushy mushy o’er the snowy trails I’d rushy
…sledding dog

…ptarmigan
…ptarmigan
I’d go flighty flighty flighty underneath the northern lighties
…ptarmigan

…snowshoe hare
…snowshoe hare
I’d go hoppy hoppy hoppy with my giant feet so floppy
…snowshoe hare

…otter pup
…otter pup
I’d go gambol gambol gambol for an abalone scramble
…otter pup

…grizzly bear
…grizzly bear
I’d grow hairy hairy hairy when I gorged on wild berries
…grizzly bear

…polar bear
…polar bear
I’d go squealy squealy squealy when I caught a chunky sealy
…polar bear

…sneaky fox
…sneaky fox
I’d go runny runny runny underneath the midnight sunny
…sneaky fox

…caribou
…caribou
I’d go chewy chewy chewy on the tundra lush and dewy
…caribou

And my (and my son’s) favorite, since I study their hibernation:
Oh I wish I were a little arctic squirrel
Oh I wish I were a little arctic squirrel
I’d go sleepy sleepy sleepy through the winter dark and deepy
Oh I wish I were a little arctic squirrel

I’ll bet I’m not the only mom who wishes she could fall into a profoundly torpid sleep and wake up in the spring

Oh I wish I were a little lightning bolt,
Oh I wish I were a little lightning bolt,
I’d go zappy, zappy, zappy to the poopy in your nappy,
Oh I wish I were a little lightning bolt.

Oh I wish I were a little Julia,
Oh I wish I were a little Julia,
I’d be so pretty, pretty and iddy, iddy biddy,
Oh I wish I were a little Julia.

I have more but that’s all I can think of! Great fun to read all of these!

Then there’s-
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat,
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat,
My little wings would still be flapping,
while around me hands are clapping,
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat.
(come on, you know you try to kill those little SOBs with both hands, too)!

And finally-
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat,
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat,
‘Round bananas I would fly,
but with frost I’ll surely die,
Oh I wish I were an annoying little gnat.

Thank goodness for the cold weather and good riddance to those pesky gnats (until next year)!

Oh I wish I were a little Aye-aye
Oh I wish I were a little Aye-aye
Id pokey pokey my long finger, to eat grubs and worms for dinner
Oh I wish I were a little Aye-aye

Oh I wish I were a cheeky monkey
Oh I wish I were a cheeky monkey
I’d eat bananas and fling poopy my red butt is kinda cute-y
Oh I wish I were a cheeky monkey

Oh I wish I were a fearsome great white shark
Yes I wish I were a fearsome great white shark
I’d snack on squid and seals galore (and maybe a surfer or four!)
Oh I wish I were a fearsome great white shark

Oh I wish I were a surly little llama
Yes I wish I were a surly little llama
I’d go spitty, spitty, spitty on your clothes–oh what a pity!
Oh I wish I were a surly little llama

Oh I wish I were a fuzzy galago
Yes I wish I were a fuzzy galago
By night my eyes would glow, glow, glow as along tree branches I’d go
Oh I wish I were a fuzzy galago

Oh I wish I were a chirpy lorikeet
Yes I wish I were a chirpy lorikeet
I would preen, preen, preen to give my feathers a most becoming sheen
Oh I wish I were a chirpy lorikeet

Oh I wish I were a swimming cetacean
Yes I wish I were a swimming cetacean
I would frolic with all the fish and sometimes spit up ambergris
Oh I wish I were a swimming cetacean

(In my defense, I have a lot of time to think while I rock my son to sleep.)

Oh I wish I were a little John McCain
Oh I wish I were a little John McCain
I’d say tsk tsk tsk when you say mom’s health’s at risk
Oh I wish I were a little John McCain.

(and a bit more crude…)
Oh I wish I were a little Sarah Palin.
Oh I wish I were a little Sarah Palin.
I’d say you have to marry when you pop my daughter’s *ahem* cherry.
Oh I wish I were a little Sarah Palin.

OK… one more, not about politics!

Oh I wish I were a little artist’s brush.
Oh I wish I were a little artist’s brush.
My work would never cease till I’ve made a masterpiece.
Oh I wish I were a little artist’s brush.

or

Oh. I wish I were a tiny porcupine-y.
Yes, I wish I were a tiny porcupine-y.
I’d go quill-y, quill-y, quill-y, til I heard you scream so shrill-y,
Oh I wish I were a tiny porcupine-y.