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If I were God, up in the sky,
I’ll tell you all vat I would do,
I would not let the babies cry Because veir tooths was coming froo. I’d make them born wif tooths all white, And curly hair upon veir heads, And so vat vey could sit upright Not always lie down in veir beds.
If I were God, up in the sky,
I’d make the sweet primroses talk, And tell me why vey sometimes sigh, When nurse and I close to them walk. I ‘spects it is ‘cos vey do fear We’ll tread upon vem when we run, But we would not go quite so near, To kill a primrose is not fun.
If I were God, up in the sky, And mummie’s head was bery bad, I’d send an angel from on high And that would make her, oh! so glad, She’d beg God let him stay a while, And soon forget the horrid pain, Talk to the angel laugh and smile, And ven be quite herself again.
If I were God, up in the sky,
I’d take all nasty little boys Who play so rough and noisily And break veir sister’s fav’rite toys. I’d turn vem into tiny crabs, And make vem run about in sand, And play wif fishes and wif dabs P’raps ven vey wouldn’t be so grand.
If I were God, up in the sky,
I’d have so many fings to do, T’would be a ‘sponsibility.
I really fink, ‘tween me and you,
I’d raver be a little girl,
Whom Daddy calls his “Precious Pearl”. It’s bery difficult to try
To be like God, up in the sky!
A Child’s
Thought
~ Bertha Moore