If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,---
But things couldn’t go right
For such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such pretense
You wouldn’t be you
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seen fair,-
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
If
If ears could always hear, and dark was bright,
And glass was gold and the law was always right,
All would be happy,
Things would be all a fray
For such unorganized world
I wouldn’t be I.
If oceans were deserts, and fire was ice,
And tomorrow was today, fear was courage,
There would be some few
But all would be mighty
For I would be waiting
You wouldn’t be you
If lightning was cold, and bubbles sunk,
And ice a dull green and birds did not sing
All would seem dreary,
And all would seem said,
For things to be had gone
We
wouldn’t be we.
