Analysis of What is it Like

What is it like to be you, little lamb,
to roam the earth without responsibilities,
with innocence which warms the coldest hearts?
Oh, how envious I am.

What is it like to be you, little doe,
to live your life without demanding pressures,
without inquiring futures or crooked pasts?
I know that my jealousy does show.

What is it like to be you, little hare,
to hop around so carefree
with ignorance of your delicate life and death?
You're so lucky; it doesn't seem fair.

What is it like to be you, little kitty,
to be constantly loved everywhere you go,
to nap and play all day long?
There's no description of this infinite jealousy.

What is it like to be you, little pup,
to live entirely in comfort
being man's best friend all your life?
To have an opportunity as such is what I would love.

And what is it like to be me; you ask?
It isn't a life full of luxury, that's for sure;
with the pressures of life and the hammering fear of death.
You're so lucky to be you; enjoy it while it lasts.