Right-Side-Up

©1995 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops

I’m glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down.
With the oceans topsy-turvy,
I’m afraid someone might drown.

All the floors would turn to ceilings,
while the roof would be the ground.
Going upstairs would be downstairs
(and the other way around).

Our mom would always say,
“Hey kids, come pick down all these toys!”;
while our dad would yell, “Pipe up!”,
when we were making too much noise.

Every frown would be a smile,
and every smile would be a frown.
Aren’t you glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down?

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