When I was three my nurse told me  About reincarnation  And ever since I've been convinced,  Thrilled with anticipation  That when I leave this earth  It makes my heart feel warm  To know that I'll return  In some other form.  But I don't want to be a tree  Sticking in the ground -- I'd sooner be a flea.  I don't want to be a flower  Waiting by the hour  Hoping for pollens to alight on me.  So when I cease to be  I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back to the sea!  Oh for the life of a sardine!  That is the life for me!  Cavorting and spawning every morning  Under the deep blue sea.  To have no fear for storm nor gale.  Oh to chase the tail of a whale!  Oh for the life of a sardine!  That is the life for me!