Oh, Wouldn't It Be Lovely, Page 2

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if a blank piece of paper in white; Would fill up with a pretty scene of the night. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if three calculator numbers at which you leer; Turned all around, and spelled a word for a female deer. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if you looked in a mirror; And three calculator numbers showed a word for a female deer. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if you scrambled [The word in our chest with which we love]; And came up with [the planet a bird can see when it's flying above]. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if eyes of shades of greens; Turned into blues the colors of jeans. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if a pink caterpillar crawling by; Turned itself into a pink butterfly.