Poison Ivy
I should have known better
Than to mess with that vine
Encircling the trunk
Of our rugged old pine
Snaking its way
To the branches it goes
Its leaves, you better
Be wary of those!
I should have known better
Than to trim those leaves
My arms were bare
From my gloves to my sleeves
As I sawed a dead branch
Right off of that tree
That vine began working
Its magic on me
Ivy, oh ivy
That darn poison ivy
All over my arms
And legs, egad!
I got me a case
And I got it bad!
Late that night
Started itching alot
Calamine lotion?
It didn’t do squat
Hopped in the shower
Got it hot as I could
They tell you not to do it
But oh, it felt good!
Ivy, oh ivy
That darn poison ivy
Yeah, there’s them green
Shiny leaves below
But after what happened
To me, you know
There is more than one kind
Stay away from that vine
You learn something new every day. Poor Charlie ended up having to call the doctor and get some prednisone. That did the trick, and he’s right as rain now, thank goodness! Now, we’re both sleeping better.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: A Cautionary Tale