If cats and dogs fell from the sky
I hope they would land upright

If the fat lady sang a lullaby
I hope she'd sound soft and light

If pigs flew, what would they seek?
Probably some nice muck and mire

If hell froze over next week
The sermons couldn't talk of fire

If the cows came home tomorrow
I hope they'd have grass to eat

If the world gave up its sorrow
That would be incredibly sweet