Dangling

What if the world just flipped around?
Our feet were up and our hair was down?
What if we walked on the earth above
And the sky wheeled beneath our heads?

What if we hung, dangling into space?
If nothing but air held us in our place?
What if our smiles all looked like frowns
And we slept underneath our beds?

They do say the earth spins every day
But it makes me dizzy to think that way
If it’s true, as I’m told, that the world is round,
I’m glad I’m on the up side and not on the down

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