What would happen if I were you, and you were me?
Would I still be able to climb the apple tree?
Or would that be you, pretending to be me,
Climbing up that apple tree?

What if the day sky were black instead of blue?
The color of night, would it be new?
When would come the morning dew?
Would the number three still come after two?

What if down were up, and up were down?
Where would be our little town?
How would one wear her new gown?
Would a smile turn into a frown?

But the world's not like that, everything in place;
Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth on every face.
Everybody has their own race.
So you should be pleased, if that's the case!