What would happen,

If we all were alike?

Wore the same clothes,

Rode the same bike.

Wouldn’t it be dull,

With all the same face?

It wouldn’t be so pretty,

In outer space.

But God made us different,

So we can be us.

With names like Susan or Jim,

Or maybe even Gus.

If we all were the same,

You just couldn’t see,

The unique look,

Of you and me.

1995