"If I had my life to live over again, I would try to make more mistakes next time. . . I'd try not to be so damned perfect;I'd relax more, I'd limber up, I'd be sillier than I've been on this trip;In fact, I know of very few things I'd take quite so seriously;I'd be crazier . . . and I'd certainly be less-hygenic;I'd take more chances . . . I'd take more trips . . . I'd climb more mountains . . . I'd swim more rivers . . . And I'd watch more sunsets;I'd burn more gasoline, I'd eat more ice cream - and fewer beans;I'd have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones,
You see, I was one of those people who lived prophylactically and sensibly, hour-after-hour and day-after-day;Oh, that doesn't mean I didn't have my moments, But if I had it to do all over, I'd have more of those moments, In fact, I'd try to have nothing but wonderful moments, side-by-side. I was one of those people who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute;If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter next time.
If I had my life to live all over again, I'd start barefoot earlier in the springand I'd stay that way later in the fall;I'd play hooky a lot more;I'd ride more merry-go-rounds, I'd pick more flowers, I'd hug more children, I'd tell more people that I loved them, If I had my life to live over again;But, you see, I don't."