I’ve said it before and I will say it now
My body has been taken over somehow
I am racked with a disease or malady of sorts
I wiggle and shake and make funny snorts
I can’t sit still and my hands roam around
I fidget and hop, up and down up and down
Sitting is horrid, like being tied to a bed
My head’s filled with songs and important things to be said
I MUST get them out, before I forget stuff
But I’m being shushed and told it’s enough!
I’ve named this disease, this malady I have
It’s Fidgles and so far the only thing that works
Is to give in to wiggles, fidgets & shouts in short spurts.