The last button on my shirt
Is a lazy lad:
He lies horizontal
And while I don’t think it bad
He doesn’t stand up straight and tall
Like his other kin
And to tell the truth, sometimes I have to
Wonder just what’s wrong with him.
His brothers do as they should
While he sleeps away the day
And I wonder that he can hold at all
Lying in that way.
But I confess, he does the job
As well as another other
I’ll have to look at all my shirts
To see if he has a brother.
So hold and sleep, my little one
While others are up there on the guard
They still have a ways to go but
You won’t go very far.
April 14, 2017