Two brief flights of fancy that swoop about aimlessly for a few pages, then blandly drift to a stop. ""What if I were a clown? I would. . ."" put on appropriate dress and makeup, harass everyone from ringmaster to lions, lead the parade, then treat all to a party. ""What if I were an astronaut? I would. . ."" travel to a distant planet, see strange creatures, pick stars from a space garden--and give them to Mom. Garish colors and color contrasts, along with nervous, jagged lines, give the illustrations a frantic look. Since there are no endpapers (not even a title-page), anyone who has to process these for library use might look frantic, too. Compared to imagination-stretchers like Keats' Regards to the Man in the Moon (Four Winds), these sink like lead balloons.