If I Were Poor

If I were poor
As poor could be
I still would own the roaring sea.
And all the shells that came to me
I’d serve as china for my tea.

If I had nothing to my name
And claimed not one small bit of fame
I still would own the starry sky
And all the jewels that hang so high.

If all I had was just a bit
But had the freedom just to sit,
I’d sniff the daisies, wild and free
That dance in wind and call to me

I’d taste the rain that falls in drops
And sniff the soil of summer crops.
I’d snuggle with the winter sun
And throw a snowball just for fun

If I were poor
As poor could be
Life would still be kind to me
For all my treasures would be free.