Last night, while I lay thinking here,
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
I'm dumb in school?
they've closed the swimming pool?
I get beat up?
there's poison in my cup?
I start to cry?
I get sick and die?
I flunk that test?
green hair grows on my chest?
nobody emkes me?
a bolt of emghtning strikes me?
I don't grow taller?
my head starts getting smaller?
the fish won't bite?
the wind tears up my kite?
they start a war?
my parents get divorced?
the bus is late?
my teeth don't grow in straight?
I tear my pants?
I never learn to dance?
Everything seems swell, and then
The nighttime Whatifs strike again!