Isn’t That Cool?

While napping in the afternoon,
I dream of riding an elevator up to the moon,
Searching for gold with a backpack and mule,
Flying off to Spain to fight the bull,
Or racing in a swimming pool.

Isn’t that cool?

On my way to France
I am greeted by a wild creature wearing pants.
His nostrils are flared.
His sword is bared.
He challenges me to a duel.

Isn’t that cool?

I roam the desert on a camel.
He’s an awkward kind of mammal.
Between his humps I’m seated up high
To search with scope for a piece of Momma’s pie.
Instead, I find an extraordinary rare jewel.

Isn’t that cool?

Just as I capture the ancient gooney bird,
Naptime is finished. Now isn’t that absurd?
But I know, new conquests await for tomorrow,
When I ride the big, black, bucking bronco
Across land and over hills, always seeking further thrills.

Isn’t that cool?