The children are confined
To the sick room upstairs
They have contacted rash!
Oh, the free squirrels of Eden
Imprisoned in a punishing
cell
They’re itching out to dash!
They’re bored to their bones
The spirits of the wild languish
Sadly, inside the four brick walls
Tick-tick the seconds move
Super lazy are the
hour hands
No idea their run who stalls!
One, two, three, four, five
They are counting the days
21, beyond they don’t need
The period scribed by
docs
For this curse to blow over
The advice they better heed!
Xavier Bage
Wed, July 27, 2016
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