If we were children I would bake you a mud pie, warm and brown beneath the sun. Never learned to climb a tree but I would try, just to show you what I'd done.
If I were old, my dearest, you would be older. But I would crawl upon your lap, wrap a blanket ‘round our frail little shoulders, and I'd die happily like that.
Oh what I wouldn't do if I had you, babe, if I had you.
