If I were 15 feet tall, I would swing from the chandelier

Even the softest whisper I could hear

If I were 15 feet tall

 

I would water the trees with my tears

Use fallen branches as spears

If I were 15 feet tall

 

Of course I wouldn’t get through the door

Without my head touching the floor

To others I might be intimidating and freaky

On that thought life would get dreary

Maybe it won’t be so good to be 15 feet tall

I probably won’t be able to get through the hall

 

I’d have to curl up like a ball

If I were 15 feet tall

 

My footsteps would make lakes

And I’d have to jump over lakes

If I were 15 feet tall

 

So I suppose it would be best

To not have to write the rest

 

I have my mind made up

I don’t want to be 15 feet tall

I’ve made up

Nothing won’t change it, nothing at all