What If?

“What If?” Friend, Sept. 1989, 18

What If?

I think that I shall be a giraffe

And be taller than the door.

But with the longest neck around,

What if my throat gets sore?

Maybe I’ll be a crocodile

And lie out in the sun.

But what if I have to brush my teeth?

There’d be no time for fun!

Perhaps I’ll be a centipede

And go marching down the street.

But what if I have to lace the shoes

Of so many pairs of feet?

Of all the things in all the world,

Can you guess what I’d most like to be?

A child pretending all these things—

In other words, just me!

Illustrated by Julie F. Young