If I had a dozen arms,
I’d put a pencil in each hand
And watch while they scratched happily
Creating something grand.
If I had a dozen cats,
I’d give them old-fashioned names
And dress them up in top hats
And monocles with ivory frames.
If I had a dozen feet,
I’d caper an Irish jig
And make the people from late night shows
Call to book me for their gigs.
If I had a dozen tall white horses,
I’d gallop them in a line
And jump with grace from back to back
With my favorite trained canine.
If I had a dozen kids,
I’d rent a giant circus tent
And teach them all to juggle and flip
To their hearts’ content.
If I had a dozen pennies
Well that would be sort of dumb
Because what can you get for less than a quarter
Besides a stick of gum?