The sunshine smiles on teensy sprites,
dancing about the ants.
Watch yourself, and don't be mean.
They'll put them in your pants.

My back feels stiff and sleeps in knots,
it must have been the floor.
Knees ache and lock and lean and pray.
Can't even reach the door.

Bubbles rise from a drowning soul
weighted down by stones.
The fishes laugh and swim all day
living on acres of bones.

If I were a cat, I would kill for milk,
and if a flower, sun.
Too bad my soul was born so mean,
I would kill for none.

Their whispers told if I ran alone
I'd never have an aim.
Seems my back is stiff today,
and I caused two the pain.