Vice-versaANY FATHER TO ANY DAUGHTER

Henry Newbolt

If buttercups were white and pink,And roses green and blue,Then you instead of me could think,And I instead of you.Then I could daily give your dollHer early evening tub,While you in easy-chairs could lollAt some or other Club.Then I could spell p-i-g pidge,And learn to sew like Nurse;While you could take a hand at bridge,And murmur “Zooks!” or worse.Oh, it would be as fresh a sightAs ever yet was seen,If buttercups were pink and whiteAnd roses blue and green.

If buttercups were white and pink,And roses green and blue,Then you instead of me could think,And I instead of you.

If buttercups were white and pink,

And roses green and blue,

Then you instead of me could think,

And I instead of you.

Then I could daily give your dollHer early evening tub,While you in easy-chairs could lollAt some or other Club.

Then I could daily give your doll

Her early evening tub,

While you in easy-chairs could loll

At some or other Club.

Then I could spell p-i-g pidge,And learn to sew like Nurse;While you could take a hand at bridge,And murmur “Zooks!” or worse.

Then I could spell p-i-g pidge,

And learn to sew like Nurse;

While you could take a hand at bridge,

And murmur “Zooks!” or worse.

Oh, it would be as fresh a sightAs ever yet was seen,If buttercups were pink and whiteAnd roses blue and green.

Oh, it would be as fresh a sight

As ever yet was seen,

If buttercups were pink and white

And roses blue and green.

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