Wouldn't that be queer

If the trees knew

how to run up and down the hill,

If the cats and dogs could talk

and we had to keep still,

If the flowers all should try

like birds to sing and fly,

And the birds were always found

growing up out of the ground,

Dear, wouldn't that be queer?

If the babies when they came

were very old and tall,

And grew down instead of up

to be quite young and small,

If the sun should come out bright

in the middle of the night,

And the dark should come and stay

when we knew that it was day,

Dear, wouldn't that be queer?