My kids just finished memorizing The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson. And given my current ailments, I've been inspired to write my own sickbed rap.
A mouse is chompin' on the wood at mom's mansion
and I'm lyin' on the couch wishin' I were dancin'
Your persistent presence lightens my mood.sick with nausea as she makes cookies,
oh lookie I hope I don't toss em!
Mama comes to visit and hears that creature chewin'
and oh boy the sick feelin's growin '
If I could be that mouse, I'd be so cheerful
but mama wants to give that little thing an earful
(She's fearful it'll eat all her food)
Mom's on a hunt to find that
noisy ro-dent
I'd try'n save 'im but my
energy is so-spent.
Little critter, I'm glad we share this moment .
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