I can't imagine why

I wanted to be a spider,
so I grew extra legs and made myself a web.
You said flies wouldn’t stick to grandma’s wool;
I came down from my corner.

I wanted to be a ferocious lion,
so I ruffled up my fur and prowled for my prey.
You said the front room rug was sheepskin;
I sheared myself.

I wanted to be a racing driver,
so I built a car and stopped for petrol.
You said you needed the box and water would ruin it;
I towed it away.

I planned a dangerous expedition,
pitched my tent on a snowy mountain side.
You said if I got the sheet dirty you would smack me;
I left camp, crying.

My daughter wanted to be a ballerina,
turning on tiptoes she danced with her hands.
I said we need net curtains and pink socks for ballet shoes;
The critics gave us rave reviews.