If Mother were sick, br And I were her nurse, br I’d tip-toe so softly: br She wouldn’t get worse. br br If Father were busy br And I hurt my hand, br I’d still yell out loudly: br I know he’d understand. br br If the window were open br And a bee should fly in, br You know the “if” br If I tried to swat him. br br If I should be rude br And Mother would hear, br I know she would swat me: br I think you know where. br br These are some “ifs” br That color my world, br But they haven’t happened: br I’m a fortunate girl.